Coup

Twisted ‘til safety is all that you’re feigning;
These shadows stare—hollow—with darkest intent…
It’s fear that will take you… You can’t be afraid,
Grasp moments of solace; take shelter from storms,

Broken;  pale… Fallen, crushed beneath the weight,
…by burdens unending; damned—eternally;
Time will near… and they’ll take you… You can’t wither away,
Take rest from your battles; take care to be brave,

Through shadow-less darkness; on paths men do not take…
Across barren emptiness… We forcibly all move forward
Facing the falling skies…

Push me passed comfort; consume all that will weaken,
These perils confound me… The denier of change;
Without fear I will face you—I will not be afraid;
travesty triumph; with the strength to live free

Painstakingly conscious of ‘things come to pass’
Even if I’m bound here… I’ll die to outlast you!!!
Find strength or they’ll break us… We can’t wither away,
Your head on a platter… Your power will fade

Crawl into corruption with each passing day…
Forget the glint that captivates….
Your choice is move forward or be
Crushed beneath the falling skies;

How beautifully crafted by hands  so deceitful,
Your lies all compiling… Your flames all grow brighter,
As bloodshed is fueling the blaze,

No longer I bleed… I am not afraid,

Give hope for redemption, in the sunlight that fades,
Forging processes cementing the ‘remembrance of me’

Find your penance in torture….Find peace in the darker skies 

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