Rooting around,
At the bottom of hell,
Rooting for away out..
Fear,
Has Become an annoying factor,
In me struggling to rise,
Above the fire and hate.
I am at peace with God,
But i am at war with Satan,
I want a sword and a shield,
To arm myself.
Panic stricken,
I cough up enough blood,
To mark the wall,
That stands in front of me.
Love and justice,
Are overlapped,
By the hate that runs clear,
I am lost in a nightmare,
I am held down by potent clutches..
Hope i want to borrow,
For a little while,
But i have been rejected,
So i'll just stand and take the brunt,
With vigilance..
A hard road and you're being brave. Never turn back.