{Faint Attic}A Poem by Fabric Pulse[Check Author Note.] Religion.
As I walk in the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for the lord is with me, a prayer caster. As the devil bullies I'm convinced to walk through my life living faster. Falling into the attic abyss the call of destiny grows faint, for all the days I wept in shame now I "thank you" paint. The call pushes ahead of silence, there's beauty in the quiet hope of all things taken by such justified violence. As I enter the kingdom of unchartered lands I notice God grants me inner bliss of true nature so I discover a world turned over with only symptoms of myself to hover. As I walk in the entry of darkness I shall take no prisoners for the lord is guiding, far from me is lucifer hiding. Death comes on swift wings to whomever opens the wrong chest, inner lessons reveal a finer test. The lord is my savior, I shall bear witness. The lord is goodness of source, it is of our willingess to believe which takes the heart's storm by force. Jesus carries my memories, he delivers me from harm, what pain I feel is for motivation. I can be more than what I am, an opportunity lends arm.
© 2011 Fabric PulseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 10, 2011 Last Updated on April 10, 2011 AuthorFabric PulseSt. Clair, MOAboutThis page is strictly for my awareness type of poems. If you’d like to read more of my poetry further once you complete this package deal then feel free to notice the below. Spiral Panda .. more..Writing
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