John 4:32 But he said unto them, I have meat to eat that ye know not of.
Air suffused
With a dull weight of fear
Unseen flows many a scalding tear
Evaporating like fleeting thoughts
As souls drink anxiety
In paralyzing draughts
Wondering if the future
Will assume a comforting shape
Or must their spirits resign
To a perpetual silent rape?
Spending all their heart
On cures that never heal
Stumbling spent to finish lines
Never knowing what was real
I refuse to bow
To this tyranny unspoken
For I have meat to eat
It knows not of
Granting me purpose unbroken
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