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Come Warrior

[Come Warrior]

Staring at the ceiling,
Hoping it would shift,
To show me there’s hope,
That these walls could crumble.

When does it end?
This Eternal  Pressure,
This pitch-black Night?
Send me a warrior, God,
Raising a sword,
Over a high-tailed stallion,
Reciting The Word,
To break my chains,
And set me free.

My internal will-to-freedom,
Is under siege,
By a powerful Hand I cannot see,
But feel … in my pocket,
Around my neck,
It’s there.. I now it!
Come warrior,
And sever that Hand,
Help me escape,
This Promised Land!

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