Mercy for A Mess

There I stand, a humble soul,
Hearing echos of the wind.
My heart a person sank then stole,
Is lost in the world's great spin.

I do no curse nor stumble,
I don't stifle a pitiful cry.
Listening to the cold earth rumble,
I look accusingly into it's eyes.

The mountains tall and strong,
Crumble within my clenched fists.
The rivers wide and long,
Disappear into a foggy mist.

I proceed to destroy all the green land,
Turning it over to the brown side of dirt.
I cry and then jump in the ocean,
To get away from the destruction that lurks.

I think of a beautiful kingdom,
Up in the clean, puffed and fluffy white clouds.
Could I go to the house of my savior?
Would such a mess like me be allowed?

So I pray in the salty blue water,
And I make up my mind to go back.
Back to the earthly hell hole of slaughter,
With the pureness and awareness it lacks.

I pick myself on and move forward,
Asking Him to mend my bruised heart.
He gave me a fresh, privileged treasure,
Which is giving me a brand new start.

I'll be the light to the gloomy darkness.
The lunch to a starving man.
I will destroy nothing more from the weakness,
I have that will cause me to sit and not stand.

Here I stand, a humble soul,
Hearing echos of the wind.
My heart, a hero, cleaned then kissed,
And let me be born again.





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