Hither cometh the night, Encompass mine soul, Mine weakness, mine might, Mine story untold. Enshroud me in peace, So that Thy shalt be free, Deception decease, Purify me. Hither cometh the one, He bringeth His fire, Fallen morning sun, Mine glory, mine sire. Betrayers he repelleth, Whom cast Him from above, Whom killeth His people,… Continue reading Despair of Babylonia
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Words of woe, and greetings of grief.
I sit in my pit, pondering the path I do take, the souls I do touch. . Yet, I find nothing. . Nothing but pain. Why must I be this way? Oh, how I can wish, if but for a single fleeing moment, to be “Just another face,” or more simply put. . To be… Continue reading Words of woe, and greetings of grief.