Monday, September 23, 2013

The Captivated Mind

False fetters of a captivated mind

Feathers plucked and meat in grind

Greatness strived for, pittance gained

Thy failed achievement is life disdained

Breaking, crushing, severing nerve

In tow, the life of you who serve

Yet hope isn't lost, light shines nearer still

Not by thy shattered dreams, but by God's Holy will

Abandon the path and traipse out in the dark

For to shelter your soul neath the wings of a lark

Though glory is lost, take comfort in this

Your life has been plucked from eternal abyss

And safe in the fortress of death to thyself

A new life emerges with riches in delfts

A servant you are and a servant you'll be

But a servant submitted is a branch on the Tree

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