Sanctification
On a grey day filled with rain that never stops
As my heart screams but can't be heard, time continues to clock
I have news--good, bad, happy, and sad
Yet I have no one around to tell them as they're too busy mused
With their pleasures and ecstasy, yet they're blind to see
That I need some of this ecstasy that's blind to me
However, when I pick up this pen, it becomes a sword
A sword containing the soul of a billion words
as the white canvas blows the breath of life with each stroke
Releasing the grip of Death's choke on my mind
And I write, I write for myself
I write for my own health
I write to purge lonliness off me
I write to cleanse the wickedness and become free
I write for you as well
That my encouraging words deliver you from hell
You can't escape as I make the key
It's up to you to grab it from my hand and unlock eternal peace
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