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"May the power of Christ compel thee"
"May the power of Christ compel thee"
I hear the words cast at my body,
with a trickle of that holy water.
And in my mind I form a flower,
to crush too quickly:
"Helter-Skelter"
Painful clouded judgment,
Is cast upon my soul.
Painted amidst this being,
is Satan's testimony.
And I hear the words cast at my body,
"May the power of Christ compel thee."

Along this dusty road I climb,
Not up, but back to where I've been.
Behind me, which is truly ahead,
I've left the man known way back when.

And along my life I've come to know,
The lowest truth one could hold.
To take this path none have roamed,
'Cept foot prints of days come old.

Still I march alone this hour,
Bleeding back amongst my life.
The day will come to know my place,
This burden I carry, whos name is Strife.

Hear the wind blowing
See the trees swaying in sync
Now you know my home.

Her eyes birthed tears like fire
Glistening from clouds of softest white
Is love the beauty I desire?
Or was she merely pure delight?