Life Can Appear A Living Hell,
when blackness envelopes the self,
Light is shut out in permanence,
Reality illusion from something not real,
Real confusion,
I'm feeling unwell,
Soon for certain,
To hang now.
I'm listening to my favorite artist,
Nothing compares to you,
It's purest rendition,
My hearts so pained still now,
Perhaps not even nearly as bad,
As Christopher and Benjamin,
Love and caring incarnate,
Truth Seekers,
Carriers of Life & Light,
the Earth his kingdom,
hurt and let escape themselves their own souls,
brokenhearted !
Driven mad by the forever encompassing evil one cannot be blind to when a believer,
The hurt is a nightmare to be swimming aimilessly and hopelessly in the middle of,
constantly tossed and jostled in every facet torn to shreds.
Then through,
and not around,
an internal signaling beacon,
for Life !,
I kneel and pray,
I reach upward for strength,
to outstretch hands
and,
So Now In This Instant and Always
God within this soul,
my compass,
Driven.
God holds me in His Strong Hands of Faith,
forever and always now.
Be Ye with Him NOW,
EACH,
A Summation of,
Strength United,
One.
