The spiritual high is nice.
The buzz of positive energy,
The sense of God's presence
Fills me in the moment.
I let it go tonight
And the pendulum swings.
The gears are in motion
And the countdown begins.
It's only a matter of time
Before my bastard twin emerges.
It feels glorious to be here,
But darkness comes with the storm.
My Lord, forgive me in advance,
For the darkness is my obstacle
And I don't know how to navigate
Through the dark hallways of my mind.
"My name is Legion, because there are many of us inside this man" - Mark 5:9
- Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
- Published: April 3rd, 2017 09:48
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 29
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