It sears,
the burn of rusted chains upon my wrist
binding me.
Bound.
Captive to a fate that isn't mine
these iron bars that hold my soul,
contain me.
The stench of wretchedness that gloom the air,
it suffocates me.
Imprisoned at my own discord, by my own despair.
A narrow fall down a wide path.
Save me.
- Inspired by the song Savin' Me by Nickelback
Oaks of Righteousness
'...and they will be called Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.' - Isaiah 61:3
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