In light of the spirit...
spirit growing with the fear of the world
not conformed but existing within...
Seed like...within itself...within...
in core of the spirit...
feeds on waters that run deep
In caves of the globe
around principalities and 'strong holds'
lay dormant men that chase thousands
paired in power, one accord...splits Hades wide
In core of the flesh
runs blood 'twain', chosen either...
holds to find one master between...
black and white in 'grey'
Seed spirit grows in words of light
sprung wet and potent through words within my bosom
flesh dries more, grows cold in heat
as coals heap higher to harden my bones
Hide it within your folds, lock it amoung your verses
cause you wrath to hedge my soul
within your wings
within your shadow
As flesh withers
i am your friend
as flesh withers
seed spirit grows mighty within "HIM"
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