Spell

The binding of uncouth regard divides the kingdom from the rod and numbing consequence is trod by cruelties standpoint, never god! And spell of fate does take exceed where once in life I had thy sake and climbed to vestige, His own stake and chancing not - the sin of take! So giving up ~ the victim's stride becomes defeat, therein not hide while courage bolsters my intent I fail from numbness, hurt's consent! Object I then, again, again and spell my entities, not men's but oneness with creations fend with truth and love, resolve distend! No killing for my own redeem no pastime that of self do ream the spell of others ~ filling grim reminders of rapacious whim! Forgotten, but the spell of sin more prevalent, one small voice can win, as I am hearing God's, akin in trust and truth am strength's amend!