Only The Good Die Young

atown_army09

Emptiness. Silence. Dishes. Gorging.
Obsession. Recession. Gloomy. Bleak.
I am the captain of my soul.
The Lord is my Guide and Shepard. But whom is Guardian of the Unenlightened?
Whom is the Redeemer of the righteous ignorant?
Death has lost its power.
Death has lost its sting.
We all shimmer and fade.
We all hope and despair.
Does Love conquer all?
It reaches from the corner's of the globe,
But can it traverse dimensions? Can it speak to us from beyond?Insanity. Hollow. Pity. Anguish. Our souls move on,
Our bodies remain.
It is the way of the Lord.
We have no control of the physical.
I am captain of my soul.
The Lord is my Guide and Shepard. In times of war and peace.
He leads me to you.
I am your redeemer.
I bring strength to the weak.
I give courage to the timid.
I am the captain of my soul.
I am the Conqueror.
I am.

  • Author: atown_army09 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2011 16:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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