Threads unravel in a sundry pace
Not unlike a sinusoidal race
To board a train that will crash
And fray many a life's fragile lace
All the gifts in the treasure stash
With rust and moths, gone in a flash
Leaving not a hint of dust to attain
Any part of any heavenly cash
Yet within the chaotic refrain
Against the gale stands the main
The crux of peace, a joyous place
Baptized in blood and washed in rain
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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