Another Sleepless Write
Caffeine free, I toss again
With thoughts in mind again we pen
Another write yet to be read
As lay we do upon our bed
Light seems to make it's way through blinds
Piercing darkness shedding some signs
Upon my face pure night light on
To keep awake, again to bond
He does not speak but places words
Those yet to birth, nor read or heard
By this servant this night He stirs
He says return and write again
Another one yet to be penned
For time does near where I must move
For all to come still yet behooved
Some mock and say another tale
Of end of times of one impaled
Upon a cross, upon a time
The many scoffs, by many blind
It is to be as I have said
While there's still time for those misled
Who know not me, but know the world
Soon this shall change, with wrath unfurled
Do not doze off, for there is more
To write to them, I want implored
This message mine some think they know
How wrong they are, they still fore go
I AM The Way as was always
I AM The Truth as yesterday
I Am The Light that woke this night
You servant, my son to write
My heart is pained by world I made
More painful is, man that I saved
Before your time and before theirs
All sin I took, Hearts still now bare
Become again if for one more
The hand that writes to all adored
For soon they'll force upon themselves
My hand not yours, their home, now Hell
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