Blows been dealt and is taken its toll. Listless, I stumble like a drunk in the cold. Questioning foundations and a hope I took for granted. See my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality, so it seems.
Made like a mirror to reflect His glory. But the glass got smashed, bought a counterfeit story. We gave into pride, sacrificed life, on that day we died inside.
Forward he marches through scornful laughter. Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after. A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way. And condemning glares say all hate can say.
Sneering smiles fill my eyes. And laugh at tears that fall from the weight of unspeakable fears. I wonder aloud in curious tones. Could I be proud when they hate me and mock me?.