tremor the thunderous anxiety
it rules thy desperation for peace
Lord God knows the desire of our heart
a plead to leave it on the cold stone place;
where I depart
so quietly in peace I go
FOR:
Standing on a plinth, speaking to the deaf
ignorant in mind, hate in thy soul
it rules the calmness with a fearful dark hole
this bears no resemblance to a person of god; no;
in thy breath of poisonous venom; speak so
for a person whom shouts loudest
is hardly heard at all
‘For I go in peace to be with you lord’
‘For I go in peace to be with you lord’
