Cry To St
Jude
Abyss of
the mind is a selective fiend
The world
starkly desolate is seen
Now is
pointless so the future is nothing
Rise of
endless bleak the lonely imprisoning
Choices
are made then turn and hit the wall
No
returning to what was no recall
Tendency
is to destruction, no not creative
That’s a
fiction created to pacify, a palliative
Where to
now in this endless abyss?
Can’t go
back and can’t know what’s next
Treasure
is a loving kiss
Alas,
Wednesday’s child is the miss
Fear is
the emotion of the damned
Never
take that step but determine to safely land
Time
again is on nobody’s side
Perhaps
faith after all is the only place where you can hide
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