The Shadow With A Candle

When a painful birth of the truth hurts so bad,
it will drag me down to wail in my mother's lap.

Question in an unfathomable cycle I will,
that why isn't it accept like a lion's kill,
or how the sun wears its cloak at sunset?

The Almighty may give my soul sips of light,
yet my heart will make it parched when darkness is its only sight.

Even feeding myself the nocturnal's meat,
won't change the law of the ocean of lie being the oil's seat.

'Faithful' is just an opinion,
because I had myself blindfolded for that
one in seven billion.

Greeting the devil will simply burn my conscience,
so let me obtain the marks that will shine on judgment day.

Slowly you're being clothed into armour by the Saviour,
to block false, believable titles which the lost constantly say.

Author's Note

This is dedicated to the person who unexpectedly came into my life and changed me from the core of my soul. Despite the differences in our beliefs, he was able to break down those barriers that set us apart. Not only is he my friend, but he's my bestfriend, a teacher, a brother and every other title that he truly deserves. May God bless him.