Real Soon
Grass covers the terrain that now contains me
As I exist in a realm of complete tranquility.
Inhabitants come and go way above, on the ground
Here I am and can not hear a single sound.
The void of all light does not fill me with fright
Because in this darkness, I have spiritual sight.
That does not depend upon the sun, stars or the moon
But rather from the Holy Father, who will return very soon.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2014
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