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Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid Flows downward As fragile carcasses decay Without a peep of a sound We’re in the brink of disaster… Who invited such fear and anguish? Who could lead us to quiet waters? We bleed… Polluting the waters below us… Trickling down the mountain To our filthy feet… Cleansing the sin off of our skin But, it’s tangled from deep within… The eeriness breaks The hearts of a thousand strangers They all fall away powerlessly… Into the chambers of death Danger is lurking in every corner… Pursuing its evil plans To cut down our hopes… Growing like crops… Rising rapidly – It never stops Dreams of misfortune still Rapes our minds, Plaguing our happiness… Consuming the darkness… We’re sprawling on the ground… We’re crawling like infants… Veering briskly like serpents… Who will set our souls free From suppression? Who will preserve our hearts? Don’t prey upon our Guiltless lives… We’re in complete agony… Does He consider Our prayers Of support and nourishment? We scream… Breaking the repulsive solitude… Encourage us to keep on Trekking toward Your light Where’s Your path? You rinse off all of the sorrow Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow The weeping ceases… While the corpses Tear into Blood-spattered Pieces… The faith of a couple of people Strengthens us…keeps us motivated… Not captivated… In misery… We’re reaping our Ecstasy… Leading us to peace and fortune Keeping us accustomed To Your purifying spirit… Keeping us away from Calamity… We’re hungry… Our demise is close at hand… Closing in on us abruptly Like an obscure cave… Rescue us from affliction – Embracing downhearted clouds… Those wretched clouds… Brought us rain when we asked for bread… Those merciless clouds… Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief… Remember our supplications… Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us Out of cruel vengeance Out of sheer amusement Don’t even attempt to weaken us We’re blossoming in joy… We’re under cover… You can’t manipulate us Like a subtle toy We’re praying for Quiet waters Offer the deceased A second chance Don’t disown Our broken lives We’re not alone… We’re just waiting until The quiet, glistening waters Gratefully arrives…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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