Wind rushing
Blood gushing,
Enemies thronging in my blind spot.
You said you’d watch over me
Until the end of the age.
Everyday I understand better
You meant that differently than expected.
Watch me closely I beg of you.
It’s getting dark and my feet
Are unwieldy and easily misled.
You’ve always been a brutal teacher,
And yet I’ve learned.
Salvation can’t be self taught,
Self help books will only ever be kindling
For the fires of hell.
Let me learn from every turn
Of this journey you’ve set me down,
Just please don’t let me know
What it’s like to feel your presence lacking.
– Vagabond Prophet
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