The cold stare at the shadowy presence thru wooded forest where there is no exit holding on to holy methods was my only protection from these dark weapons.
That prey on lives to many while I'm carried from within me.why will I continue to be exiled from the city standing in rivers of blood with the scent of burning flesh .
O violent city screeching voices of souls trying to bring me low please lord take me home.cause in these moments I disern motives of dark chains trying to pull into the abyss lord watch me in the midst cause every step I take its a new scenery in this delusional twist .
When will these spirits lift while I'm caught in the middle of this dark mix while my imagination continues to drift but I was swift as winds blow sticks
Just beyond the sandy surface was the worsest o that I had disappeared and choked my fears. The evidence is in my spiritual essence as I think in memories past lord you are my rock thank you that all this evil passed .....
