BLEACH


The red dwarf of a hypo-hope
dreams deferred or be mope'
Head held up- in high esteem
with a falling tear and sweaty beam.
The hidden stars in my vivid heart
dimme' by the drums of circumstance feat.
And survival, such a pain or gain
the scream of my valour a bit wane.
Great lesson' to learn- through the hard way
or you'll miss a meatloaf coming your way.
Split seconds decision to surely make
alot of hail stones to icing my cake
and night is a paint of scary thing'
but every sunshine is a thanksgiving.
Hardtimes will not bleach me
even if a thousand armored tank confront me.
So why should I even fear
when Psalm 27 is my dear.

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BLEACH