Clarity


The man called to me
Thou shall not waver through my garden
Open the doorway before oblivion takes control
My heart froze
Depths of despair draw near
Absolution wasted on the decadent
My time is done

The woman called to me
Thou shall not waver through my forest
Enter the fountain before misery takes control
My soul mourns
Drowning in the tears of sorrow
Condolences shed for the meek
My life is lost

The child cried to me
Thou shall not waver from my side
Guide me through the darkness
My eyes widen
The brightness scorching my being
Deceit fuels the inferno
My meaning clear

My voice resounds through the canyon to the man
I will not waver through your land
My path is free
My heart is sound
Forgive my trespass into divinity
Echoes silenced by solitude
My time awaits

My voice reverberates through the horizon to the woman
I will not waver through your dominion
My vision focused
My soul alive
Forgive my transgressions into paradise
Your fruit was too enticing
My life will be

My voice whispered through the darkness to the child
I will not waver on our journey
My purpose apparent
My eyes awash
Forgive my doubts
Your life is key
The meaning is true



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