Friday, March 21, 2008

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

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