Whispers of Faith
Whispers of Faith
Sit and listen
as I spin a tale for you,
of wonder and woe.
A people once loved a king.
Then they killed him,
or let it be done.
Now we see the days
of a bright sun that burns,
and winter storms that
flood the land.
Those who mock the followers will learn.
They will be given over,
to the loosed things, in the pit.
The rest will cry out,
for mercy, and their fates...
left undone.
Why do the children dance?
Why do they not care in the face of all things gone wrong?
The King is coming, long live the King.
His blood washed over the sins
of those brave enough to accept,
and repent their wrongs.
To know in all hearts,
with all souls,
that all men
hate,
and steal,
cheat and lie,
murder and kill.
None can say otherwise, and speak the truth
of their every breath.
And, there are worse crimes, still.
No good deed can buy the path.
No good deed can not be undone.
Only the One, can light the way.
Do not be left behind. (whispered)
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