Despair is an enemy of the heart.
It’s a darkness that attracts unwanted misnomers of others.
As moths are attracted to light, they run to the shade to tear you down. To the depths of your inner soul.
Peace is the light the resides so deep, with a ladder, twelve rungs high. On each rung there is a word that assures us we are safe.
Holy holy holy, lord god almighty, who was, is, is to come.
A deliverance to all, a cast in the dark, assured that all shade will be netted.
The untruths, the unvalued that beseech us, will reveal to us, only its value.