The approach into a deeper realm,
As one who is laden with glamorous helm.
To encroach beyond the Reaper’s black net
and relinquish all doubt, to forgive and forget.
We make fast our bonds, by intention and greed
as the foam of the ocean with our rights and decrees.
Crippled and crazed by Life’s tumbling maze
like grains of wheat burned up by the heat.
Stumbling, alone through another illusion
Numbing ourselves by apathy and confusion.
Will not the chaos within us resign?
Will not the KING of GLORY free
written by William