victor
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So long ago
In the snow
The row of faces
The cheerful row
The stamping horses
My calvary
Brought the forces
To foe's fallacy
With judgement's reign
Our arrows aflame
I want for you to tell Christ
That his quick glass is almost up
And the moon’s light
Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners
Residing idly in the room
Where the devious shadows lay
Leave me alone, let me be
Stop devouring my body.
You’re a relentless disease,
And you’ve knocked me to my knees..
Burning like hells fire,
You’re persistent and tenacious and you never tire.
