I am overcome with eternal joy.
The life I live is not my own.
Tragedy has a sinister way of re-engrappling its gnarled branches through and over time.
Their wiry snake like seekers prey on the weak of mind
But Take Heart!
O ye weeping.
These bleeding tears of death.
Wet my tongue not with sadness.
But a fiery passion to his stead.
A call to remember a horrific end.
And all I know, is grace
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