Crisp autumn air turns to winter nights,
I sit by this fire contemplating my life,
So wretched these feelings that have begotten me,
Fear protrudes my symmetry,
These demons of fright have no place,
In a world where dreams are free to chase,
We strive with the goals to fight these ghouls,
God fearing men of faith stand better then hapless ....fools,
Strength be trove the beacon light,
Soul guide thee through the darkness to fates plight,
Angel's whispers caress this spirit to journeys end,
Life be healed , on sure mend,
Dawn tread gently on new eyes,
Evil needn't a disguise,
Born to Heaven's glorious day,
Wings give flight this path astray,
Old ways dead, this will anew,
Lord judge me swiftly,
Twilight of eternity see me through.

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