The rot upon your life is fresh
I see vine entwined with entrails
In the path you walk so easily now
Say not that you know peace,
For it is not so.
You stand upon marshed lands
Where water struggles to breath
Amidst the sand you grasp upon
You’ve sunk so far you cannot flee alone
But raise your hand and you may yet live
Come walk this rugged ancient road with me
Where bards sing freely
Of tales of mercy in the morning
And victory in the evening
Come walk, come walk, come walk again
This goodly way of honest truth
Here poets praise of chains unbroken
Oh leave those looming wild winds
And return with soul to place of solace
Come journey far from your misted life
Of tormented leisure you call sweet pleasure
You see seduction as a joyful dance
And smile as you tango over thorned paths
Perhaps at times you see the piercing wounds
You blissfully call upon to bless your way
But so easily your mislead from truly seeing
How festering are the pains you carry deep
So leave those strangling weeds where they lie
And walk path few dare to walk upon
Come journey far from withered lands
And seek true life, life everlasting, and life abundant
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