Ode To Ink

Spilled treks of black smother pages of life, I unwrap dark odes; my treasures of sins unleash my heart soaked in crimson hard strife read my soul bewitched before life begins. Sky towers beacon the way less traveled I follow paths green with tears and silver embracing hurts with futures unraveled broadcast my secret black tears; I quiver. But you erased a past, dismissed old deeds? O’ does my soul now magnify thy grace Thy glory eternal praises we plead a name above all kings in human race. Nay sacrifice will appease Christ spilled blood Thy courts with praise we will faithfully flood!