The Celestial Sentry – A New Poem

In glory, I want to thrive;
But beneath tempered victory my passion hides.

Oh, tear the veil;
Edit the world’s end;
Until everyone feels the spirit of iniquity.

Strife lives inside my skin;
Somewhere beyond the oracle’s sight.

I want to scratch until I free it;
Be released from the ill-fitting suit.

The punishment was to be a sentry;
Forever standing guard.

The swirling darkness sways;
Threatening, tempting, wheedling.

I fear the possibility;
I always have.

If the angels falter in their vigil…

If I’m all alone…

How long will we last?

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