Subliminal Sanctity

[Z3R0]

Subliminal Sanctity

Fair is the weather, but foul is my mood.
Something raw stirs in me; its hunger goes unsoothed.
I know not how to quell this; it’s close to breaking free.
All I have done is in vain, soon all will surely see
What lurks in the depths, fighting its way out.
Would that I could spare the world this for it will birth such a shout,
That people would turn their eyes from me, wishing not to look,
So that when released, the whole world this thing shook.
I turn to a trustworthy companion, to help me tame such a beast,
For if not stopped now on my soul the monster would thus feast.
In my falling, I am lifted up my strong, inhuman hands,
That places me on my feet and gives me strength to stand.
Mighty is this one, thus beaming with godly light,
Does take to air on large, strong wings and into my soul takes flight.
A battle takes place there, that nearly ruptures me whole.
Alas, no longer do I fret, for my conscious is cleared and free is my soul.

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