A pity that
A flying bat
Can see more than I
When under fog
From the black dog
That makes the children cry
More pity still
That I might kill
The grace granted by the cross
When tempted by
My stone heart's cry
For that gain which is a loss
Yet though I peak
With outlook bleak
The cross still stands as beacon
And once again
Towards my friend
I walk with soul now meekened
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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