Washing this mud from within my eyes
Drying them, and then
Tossing this cloth unto the earth....
I have returned from the pool of sent
With visions, before my sights
Sights, that do now burn
Pulling my fingers from upon my lips
And in silence....
Running them across my chin
As I stare beyond this darkened night
With a passion, that now so yearns
To place my sword upon its soul
And to pierce, through its very heart
This shadow before the stillness formed....
Upon Golgothas grounds I cross
The blood of Saints who died through time
Calling out, and crying from within its dust
Where unto I have come to avenge
Their precious souls and lives
Priceless, that were once lost....
Standing, now, with "The Son of God!"
..........Beyond..........
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The Pool of Sent
Categories:
golgothas, visionary
Form: I do not know?