The Arms of Jesus Surrounds His Flock

Antony Ros


Hide behind a darkness that consumes,
the light obscured,
held captive among the fumes.

Still there after all,
the fire that lives within controlled by demons,
while chained against a wall.

Shackled and collared unable to breathe,
with each inhale the fire burns inside,
a thousand degrees the lungs seethe.

Voices echo with a truth that only death can spell,
it recites the horrid rituals,
performed in hell.

With every ounce of flesh burned,
decaying beasts torment,
as horns and tails are earned.

Dare we fight the struggle of our divine, that it may set our hearts free.

Dare we spread our wings that we may soar above the mystic sea.

Dare we take the embraceable leap that will unchain a sweet melody.

Removing the cold hard steel,
that leaves us choking,
air fills, that it may begin to heal.

The embers inside continues to live,
still there after all,

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