Pray For The Prey Poem by Franz Of Lion

There will be times that the nascent will fall.
Your love with someone will slowly wither.
There'll be devils that will answer your call,
And succumb to the unrighteous winner.
In the mind of the selfish creator,
The heart of the discontented lover,
The eyes of darkness without a Savior,
And the dreams of the mortified fighter.
The burning flames in your viscus will stay,
The stitches in your heart won't dissapear,
The ill-fated prey would not be the same,
And the damaged one will lose hope in fear.
Value the existence of love and life;
Make amends, and grasp the God-given light..