The Inner Core of Iniquity
Imagine being suspended in time,
where life lives and is itself.
Conception is not a reality because
all aspects of living are present.
The heights presented is a way beyond your grasp.
Awry are your eyes looking for help.
You shout out in torment.
However, more darkness you felt.
To dispose, you firmly shook your head.
In spite of this, the calamity did not disengage.
Your [mis]fortune wanted to be fulfilled.
The depths of despair were now very real.
Almost at the end of hope, you found one last token.
You, as a true believer, asked the Lord to take over.
You release the tormented world to The Almighty Jehovah.
Life itself was not forsaken.
Have your days of torment concluded?
It is you that desire splendor.
Empowerment of all people you perceive.
Mighty is the sword and awesomely strong is the soul who conquers iniquity.
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Written February 25, 2016!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016
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