Grace

The calm before the storm, this kind of destruction can`t be held back with your grace
Grace torn away and caught in the heat of this hideous fire
When glass shatters and hits the hollow souls and broken hearts
From long ago to yesterday
All the broken souls of ones that never found the darkness or light
And they sat alone
They say if you can hear the banshee howl and the snake hiss you have the spirit to be immortal and they say if you can`t breathe than break your back

Poem by KilljulietXx

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