Sacrifice on the hill: a bitter pill?
To those not owned, the way is foolish; the world has the power..
Sacrificed on the hill: with all understanding; completely devoured.
Sacrifice was needed, I said, My Leanness, my leanness.
Sacrifice is needed to bud; flower; and fruit.
To put arrows in your quiver; shoot; straight and true: into the hearts of a loved one or two..or thirty, of fifty, or a hundred fold.
I life we are given, doing as told.
(I've gone of script, I'll attempt to reel it in, whole thing is, I get convicted for something that I did)
My sacrifice is your sacrifice: keep looking at the gains; no more fallen angels riding rough shot through your veins; or that lying spirit that fuddled up your life..I carried you through all of it: from death; back to life.
But still I fall short: I am deaf; I am blind.
A cruel irony, at a sensitive time.
What did he say? haven't got a clue..where your heart is your treasure is; and there your praise is too.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A recognition of blindness and deafness in the search. Well written
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