Exalt

Convictions kneel to her command
A master's wish if there ever was one
Nothing more loving than to withstand
And in the land of hatreds have none

I can hear nothing but the rain
A cavalcade of cogs and toils
A musket splits thy sullen pain
Tussled gently, it recoils

Overwrought, soaken in worry
Of the things I might have done
I, self-castigated, scurry
Flee, escape, avoid and run

But there's still her, she commands
She to whom all peace is due
She could grant not your demands
If from her chest her heart you drew

She might never understand
If your well-wishes you withdrew

Circumstances comes, circumstances goes
Circumstance wants, circumstance woes

But have you ever heard of the demon
Who was deemed of all sin robbed
So benevolent, filled with meaning
That she became a god?



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Gonzalez
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