The Dead Shall Live
The storm was coming pushed my branches
Rustled through my leaves
They swayed, thoughts back and forth
Then lightning struck
Terror filled the air
All my sins rained through me
The forest shook and bled
Filled the night with blades and lights
Loud thunder, razor drops
In that night I almost toppled
Yet somehow I did not
Deep roots were planted
By an unknown father in my childhood
As the twilight morn broke through
The storm receded taking where some once stood
The landscape changed
These roots kept me there
pushing for the spirit
So I did what I was told
And prophesized for him
Stand and live forest of the dead
Let us see what God requires of us
What is to be of this
Break me
Let the bones breathe
For my heart bleeds
And for God my soul pleads
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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