::To Think About::

A spiritual journey I have long walked
Knowing death I will not meet
Of a different war, many have talked
From a realm whose ground is beneath my feet

I walk the plains, I open the gates
Releasing those chains of the forgotten
For one your almighty hates
A play on favorites against their begotten

A maelstrom none of which can be conceived
By an already self-damned race
I am fallen, one of few bound by these chains deceived
By one who are many, do not show their face

I will not falter, my destiny is clear
As it is in the beginning, so it shall be in the end
Bringer of light I call to thee, do you even hear
It is never too late, to receive the gift I send

©'05 J.P.
Written: 12/23/05