In The
Realm
There’re
folks that at times twist you into Tourette
Jab at
your nerves and shatter placid
They tock
and you tick into an angry tic
They
deserve coal in their Christmas sock
But then
there’re those who’re by nature sweet
Suddenly
walk down a predator’s beat
Is this
me I describe on an evening tide?
Ranting
and raving in demonic pride!
So take a
close look at these souls
An inward
glance that saddens and is cold
Then rest
restlessly and suddenly a reminder vision
I see the
demons that surround
I’ll
break away from that sight, a dirty window mess
Horrid
faces that remind how close we must stay to holiness
We’re at
different phases, maybe permitted to see
How to
explain, Oh Lord I am of thee
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