Oh holy heavenly host, pantheon of spirits divine, do I need your assistance now!
Now when again I bow to pressures, succumb to dark illusions, cry out in profusion
Of petitions to clear this battle field, bring victory near, and harness fear;
For enemies old attack again so bold, no more to be told of their evil austere.
And she wakes and crawls along the web o’er sprawls life; she hatefully mauls
All goodness, light, and gladness to kill; to blight my sight with cunning skill;
She is the toxic human insane, what lives in two worlds, bane to my existence
In persistence to destroy all I adore, and close every door with exacting skill;
And now shall the viper win, retelling every sin of mine; so thin her veneer
Of sweet smiling charity, in seeming clarity, promised charity; only vulgarity,
Barbarity under guise of God with knowing nod to the Prince; it’s all a façade;
And when will it end, saints and angels above, and I again live in peaceful love?
2 thoughts on “Heaven, Oh Help!”
“harness fear” yes.
Best lessons and gifts will come in darkest disguises.
Wish you peace.
Thank you very much… Need all of the well-wishes offered!