Racing With a Wicked Lip
Racing with a wicked lip,
Into sullied skies I slip,
Destitute in boundless black,
Racing on — no turning back!
Racing with a wicked tongue,
Into foreign friction flung,
Nightmare thunder, cracking light,
Racing on — by second sight.
Racing with a mangled mind,
Demons scratching so unkind,
Darkness swallows up the sky,
Only sorrows meet mine eye.
Racing with a haggard soul,
Caught in winds I can’t control,
Lost in wanton wicked ways,
Claiming years and weeks and days.
Racing o’er desert stone,
Into bigger burdens blown,
Seeds of godless thinking sown,
Occult forces, fate unknown.
Racing to Gehenna’s shore,
Through the darkness I deplore,
Brandishing both tooth and claw,
Endless fighting — fruitless war.
Racing disembodied now,
Sweat increasing on my brow,
Pulled in morbid winds of time,
Memories of light sublime.
Racing with a wicked lip,
Cut in half, I slump and dip,
Here in dark perdition caught,
Hell’s possession, rank and fraught.
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adamdaniel 