fear confounds on hallowed grounds I hear hollow sounds
instruments of destruction moving around with a bloodlust
my mind blocks them out so my prayers can ascend
pushing past demonkind when God wants to be left alone
praying he keeps his instruments of death away from me
with a vow on my lips I would get through this life without blood shed
doubting, I pray no such scenario will play out
make no mistake I would defend myself
my soul implores God
drop them where they stand if they should make a move against me
he likes to torture me with what if scenes playing in my head
all to keep me close to him
my faith troubled strenthens the bond
keep me safe from unseen forces that are sensed not seen
my soul reaches the dark heavens now
my spirit to never be touched
Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.
hello dearest Styxian good evening you know how it is as a writer and you have something on your mind and even if you don’t really want to you have to get it out… thank you I deeply appreciate your interpretation it’s just how my mind works…I guess this goes along the lines of serial killers they always say they are doing the work of God and really who is to say they are wrong? ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian I’m happy you like it I liked the way it came out ❤️