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An infinite number of steps into the new chamber door.
The look of concern was the trial of the term.
The pressure was the ability to learn.
The teams were set, maybe too many.
Gather around the fire and bring out plenty
of things to speak of before the winter approaches.
And follow the leader in the chaos.
Outside is a world to remark on
and many prints to collect; prey divided.
Conquer and destroy.
Some day, the aisle of heaven shall come, and,
maybe a house for five.
But if that day never comes, I will strive for success.
Regardless of the temptation of the Devil,
I will conquer the trials placed in front of me.
I am in the accompaniment of many brave men,
and if I die, so will live on the nation’s spirit.
Selfless in this very moment, I yearn for the return
Of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I beg for his return.
To rid the world of sin, to relinquish us from our stupidity.
We are the conquerors now, so I often leave my Chamber Door.

Messiah, return.


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by Brandon Mecella Carey Walker

Published on October 29, 2024