Chaos is attracted to my mortal vessel/
Bound to be enslaved into a wartorn rebel/
Casted out into a world of beasts and bones/
I stand alone when my spirit turns to stone/
I face my shadows when i walk this life/
Cause ill bury my crosses when i weep at night/
When in darkness my prayers may be found/
And the lords glory will shout a trumpet sound/
©johnsalyer
J