No longer is there will to lead
Each day is ever morrow
Hear not his shame, nor mercy plea
Lead onward, He shall follow
Final, is the end of day
Turn away the gaze upon you
None has named the beast inside
It lies with tears of blood and vile
Speak well thy last ole spirit wise
Perhaps another day shall follow
For whom can courage to take thy head
Who dares thy curse of blackest wallow
Thy goodness is none the same
There is Evil' in thy smile
A passing will only rise again
Mine for this poor child
Darkness, none shall give thee blame
Spirit away in rights of barter
Then may Ye rest within myself
Thy 'will, ' and heart's desire
Now mighty beast of misery
Ye are feared by my own name
Hear the little children, pray
For fear their soul you'll take
Storms of sorrows; Tears of rain
Need be told for Heaven's sake
For if the world forgets thy name
Again, the beast shall wake
(04/14/2021)
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