Category : Poems

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Someday, when my eyes are weary, weak and old with age,
Someday when God's glorious prophecy shall be complete.
Until then I shall walk this weary path.
Never ending heartache, 

never ending tears falling to an unforgiving earth.
Colors of spring never again shall hold that angelic prize.
Faded dreams, turning to dust upon a deceitful world. 
Satan's minions casting upon my soul nightmares for which 
I no longer fear. 

For it feels like hell on earth 
down here.