
| Holy Sacrifice
Author: Siterp As the masses run, I walk towards the storm with my eyes closed, defending hope that is not mine.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 168 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-02-05 - id: 2061410
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Watching your mouth
move
Nothing is heard
Screaming at the sky
Nothing has stirred
Not quite alive
But not really dead
The void of the world
Made me something else
instead
Sinners have taken
My meaning away
The heathens of
television
Darkened my day
Nothing but a soldier
With nothing to lose
Win or die trying
The end that I choose
Speaking for freedoms
No personal gain
I can't know your
pleasures
But I feel your pain
God left me blinded
They fed me their lies
But I've wiped the
blood away
And ripped open my eyes
Silently watching
These puppets on the
shelf
Give hope to the needy
Leave none for myself
Crusader of their
presence
Their cries are my
sword
Impenetrable faith
Peace is my reward
Hear Divine Wastelands
singing
"He's got nothing
left"
Follow as I liberate
Mending the rift
Drop convictions like
bombs
Straight out of the
blue
I'll never stop this Holy
Sacrifice
I give…
…my life
…to you.
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