The Battle of the Lamb

The pattern of my world has become Sleep and War; war and sleep I’m on the edge of the convergence between: The deepest, darkest of night and the brightest of light Yet, I’m a Lamb that desires peace And this constant war is an anathema/antithesis to me Drained and drained and drained Treading, pushing, and pressing on Forward for an unknown interval of time Of minutes, hours, days, months, and years Am I almost there yet? The enemy attacks with waves upon waves upon waves Crashing and clashing and bringing chaos to everything in its wake As a hurricane storm upon the tree of my soul Trying to break me and steal the glory of my leaves Uproot me, toss me, and burry me into the deepest region of the sea To be lost forever, drowning in discordant agony However, I press on with tenacity, vigilance, and confidence A light traveling through the endless space towards the nebula of my dreams Through the pain and suffering, the exaltation and exasperation of trials and tribulations Through the madness of uncertainty and probability and endless devouring void God’s Voice keeps my light alive and fuels my heart like infinite coal into a furnace; I steam along… Accompanied by The Fiercest Warrior: The Lamb of God