My Holy War
Well the deed is done and the die has been cast;
Take your last kick now, at any regime.
Night has finally almost come to its end,
Yet the sun will come with its own regrets.
Your pride, your fear, those chains that you wear,
All held you here for lifetimes too long.
I have arrived at the border of the soul-
Bloodied, weary, and travel torn.
Now we must go on no matter our ghastly shape
For this new work has only just begun.
I hope your words had no hint of surrender;
That they were as steady and firm as mine.
I was born into this war torn home
But you treat it like it is just a state of mind.
In dreams inspired i tried to just stay gone,
But this conflict between the body and the soul
Always brought me back to fight in their defense.
I may live outside of you,
But I also live within.
Copyright © GM Veranes | Year Posted 2015
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