Under attack till the world is wrought
And sought for repentance and hope,
Many fears are hiding in the thought
Slipping down into a worsening slope.
As angels from God's presence unbidden
For sympathy is heaven overflowed.
Still in this world the truth is hidden,
And destiny drops so bright as a cloud.
For what we could be we know not
Until we can hardly see what we feel is there.
The intense pain that will not stop
Like a meteorite sent into our atmosphere.
To engulf the oxygen of every breath,
And bring the mark on the flight of death.
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