Emptiness empties within
And panged arrows and spears
Pierce the crumbling spirit
Tumbling breaking overwhelmed
Storms of destruction
Soul whispers - come save me
Deception of my son
Burdens me
Conspiracy of my brother
Breaks me
I thought I was
Promised Life
For the soul who sins
shall Die
So why
Is death upon my breath
You promise and I
Cling
The refuge will arrive
Dark will give way
To light
Night, to day
- Nathan Albiston [Collected Writings]
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