Through seething depths
Through seething depths of faltering woe, I found strength beyond, with which to go. To where, I dared not to know, within the crevasse of my own compressed soul. Seething hate from its very core, within the man you see before. Given to this so dark a plague of heart and mind, of which depraved from this realm so cut apart, from light and love from the heart, to know the flight of that eternal dove. To stand-alone and yet be not, to reach for that for which we fought since formed in a dark and woeful heart.
Rev. J.G.S
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