Monday, July 2, 2018


For me the Sun rises
Laying dusk down to sleep
Mourn the unawaken
Soulful lift to the sky
Unleavened legacy
Weighted who do survive
Sinners proclaim a faith
Building caskets from lies
Knowing I have a place
Still I breathe my regrets
Unafraid, weary l
Stumbled fall from His Grace
Whispered final goodnight
Soon they will call my name
Wrested I from this life

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