Monday, August 8, 2011

The seasons of a blasphemous soul!


Oh let the breeze flow,
And slap my face.
For all they show,
Is emotional disgrace.

Oh let it rain,
And hide my tears.
For my strength's gonna drain;
I'm living my fears.

Oh let it snow,
And blend the cold.
For i'm numb and low;
With no warm hold.

Oh let the sun shine,
And burn my soul.
For things're no longer fine;
Inside me I feel a hole.

Oh let it storm,
And ruin me.
For the norm;
Made by thee.

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