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Thy enemy marches.
He carries much weight,
Forgetting not a thing,
Coming with ten thousand thoughts!
This enemy marches.
He stops at the gate of my heart
To only shout, "I have come to destroy!"
He weaves a thousand nightmares together,
Thus making a battering ram
Meet to crush this gate!
This he does.
For the door of hope is no longer,
Nor does this door swing upon the hinges of peace another day.
As an ocean has salt
A portion of me has died,
Thy heart stands no longer.
Though I raise a weapon,
I have no weapon.
For what weapon can be forged
Against an enemy that I can not see!
Though I see what this enemy does.
For he has brought an army with him.
He has broken this heart,
Shattered my dreams,
Emptied this soul.
This to me has done!
Everything I do ends up rotten.
He has brought a famine.
I eat, I eat, and eat.
I am never full.
He has brought a war.
I sleep not, only toss and turn do I know!
For when I toss, it is a sea of nightmares I am in!
Though to try and turn away is futile.
Since the days of my birth I have known this one thing.
Even knowing, I have tried to run!
Prevail I have not.
I shall never outrun him
For he is only as far as I am close.
He is death and he is who I fear.
For this thing I want,
Though this thing I hate.
I have been brought to that last place,
For I want of this war no longer!
As far as I can see there are only ashes;
Not one thing stands whole!
Though all things upon this ground lay divided.
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Thus I surrender
Since thy soul has fallen.
This depth is for no rod to measure!
I think, how much farther must I fall?
Thy heart answers, as I fall,
Reach with I, for I am love.
I am the condition of your heart!
For in this soul there is but a sliver of light.
Though when reached for
It is as a rod.
This rod does not separate water as the rod of Moses;
Water flows from its top.
Though when I speak of love.
It is as a well.
Thy mind hates this thing,
For the ashes of yesterday have been watered
By the well that is now where the rod was.
I thirst no longer
For this heart is as a garden
Being fed by the everlasting well.
For where there were once only ashes, there is now beauty.
Though one day the water speaks!
When he does, a thousand angels come.
Again he speaks; the angels minister to thy heart,
Building the walls and placing the gate upon its hinges!
Thy heart is complete.
There is no place for evil to take a foothold upon this house!
Since this is so, the water speaks,
For this water is the living water.
Let us go is the order,
Therefore we go.
We march to our enemy,
Finding ourselves at the gates of my mind.
This mind has not even one opportunity,
Since when it goes to speak with its fiery darts
Jesus sends a flood.
All is removed from the surface!
From the depths of this mind
Comes the fire of hell to quench this flood,
Though it meets its maker.
For God sends fire from heaven and evil is consumed.
I look all about, through there is no destruction,
Only beauty, for as far as the heart can speak.
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