Poetry

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The dreams of the unforgiven,
lie patiently awaiting in the dark.
An unsuspecting target was he,
the demons crept in to leave their mark.

The shadows, so dark and so dreary,
upon the weak man, they do prey.
In joyful attack on his very soul,
savage suitors, all in play.

One whispers to his mind of madness,
while another beckons him on.
Unconscious, yet knowing,
he is beaded with sweat,
anxiously awaiting the dawn.

The dawn, though, is so slow in coming,
as they wreak havoc upon his mind and soul.
The torturous demons have him writhing in pain,
for never do they want him to be whole.

They speak of wicked deeds, of murder.
Then laugh wildly in their morbid desire.
Another soul to add to their credit,
if he'd follow they'd show him the fire.

The painful torture continues through the night.
He is weakened, yet not giving in.
Then a powerful voice
interrupts the demon's play,
as a shimmering light fills the din.

The demons, they scramble for the shadows.
In fearful need they have to get away.
For the Lord of mercy and light did appear,
and these are the words he did say.

I walked on the water, and you saw me.
Evil men killed me, yet I rose again.
I am here as the Saviour for all who believe,
every woman, every child, and all men.

You now have no power over this soul.
For he is safe here in my loving care.
He resisted the temptation of the devil,
and the immoral ways that you share.

From his hands he shot fire at the demons.
The man watched as the demons dissappeared.
Then he dropped to his knees
and said thank you Lord,
for he no longer had reason to fear.

The Lord of Mercy then touched him,
and in that moment he then became whole.
No longer at the mercy of the devil,
forgiveness freed his imprisoned soul.

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