so, he passed toward the light,
gruesomely, yet aren't we supposed to
face this flight?
grabbing onto the saints of the past
she kisses the ikona
it dropped and it crashed
no signs of damage were seen
as it was as holy as it could be.
do not keep your faith,
you are starving yourself of all else,
"i will not, not if i am chased."
well not with haste!
she's followed to the burning sun
and is not phased,
her heartbeat is raised
and she is not phased,
her soul made of what
God has breathed into her.
murdered or martyred,
no way i am letting go.
the girl exclaims,
screams,
as blood falls and paints her skin,
embraces the wounds like a fiend,
for life as she has seen it
never fails to be mean.
always corruption, fights,
not well in the grand scheme
but, she was going toward the light
and that light was the most important beam.
