From Burning Sentiments - text
I have bared witness to tragedy in many and my refusal
To accept this will end all suffering.
The blackened horizon beclouded by the presence
Of Gothic architecture.
The eyes of this decaying waste shall see that there
There will always be hope And in my refusal
To drown beneath the currents,
I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss
And drawn forth from the night's breast the light
Of another once faded.
I am no hero.
I seek no restitution for the charity of my will.
My coruscated pasts shall never be distress
My beating heart.
I refuse to let the voracious tides of depravity
Consume this life.
And with the grace of my comforting hand,
I have removed the grey blanketing mist that
Had rested upon her eyes in seek of eternity.
What once was dead now breathes again,
Eyes open to the world around.
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