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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The Edges

I've walked to edges of lethal plans
And pried my mind to understand
Cruelties hidden in this darkest night
While souls crumble beneath the fight.
I can't do it - I can't understand
How cold has grown the Heart of man.
Mine cries hard beneath a mask,
In pains too huge to complete the task,
While being held in a prison strong
And surrounded by too much wrong.
Free us, God - please free our souls
So we can let the rest of it go.