Sacrifice on the hill

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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.

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 17th, 2026 11:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A recognition of blindness and deafness in the search. Well written



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