To Save Our Souls Poem by Patrick Szwaja

heartaches aside,

like a phoenix in valor,

final vows and final stands

from ashes we rise

and let our wings be as our spirits;

for those with wax in their veins

shall melt and fall into dust.

those with fire in their eyes

shall rise to Elysian peaks

nearly unsoiled,

yet a man's flaws may be

a means of his salvation,

the driving forces of redemption

shall churn as the cogs

of chaos and armageddon

invariably must turn

tying us all together

in the blood bond

we call existence

the very atoms of our souls

trembling,

awaiting ascension.

I make my stand now.