Westerly as the winds talk
Down the devil's whirlpool chilled
Eternally hungry, unfilled
Alone upon a hellish rock
Depressions slops, around me spilled
And in the torment a silent mind
Graced to hark to angelic staid
Within a purging tempest find
Pain and suffering does fade
Peace and the Cross eternal bind
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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