Thorns
As cold as the world is at times
you would never think of
committing the same act as
history records.
Because the light at the bottom
of the door is shining
Bright and calling out for
someone to turn the knob.
We are known for crowning
the prince with his reward
for the truth; injustice for
that time and era.
Prayers were once going
towards heaven as a wild bird
Trying to hear clearly as He heard
Wanting the same calling for this
time and era.
If so, be prepared for blood
Try not to think of the sounds
who wish to exploit your insanity
If its insanity, lets call it
Sanity, then die because you know
Or live in insanity and never know.
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