Roses grow in the devil’s garden
reminding of an era that once was.
Beauty sought with a blood stained lens
wounds remind us what we’ll do for love.
Stories of memories told through scars
as a new world harvests on old souls.
Hearts broken in receiving the truth
while spirit yearns to remember its home.
Let’s return to the source of light
point our eyes to a familiar horizon.
From fire to ash, a phoenix rises
in hopes to surrender fears of dying.
Wherever you go, there you still are
sin follows inside the shadows of fate.
Will time reveal an intent of virtue?
Pray to receive grace on judgement’s day.
Living in a world that feels like the devil’s playground becomes exhausting for an old soul in search of light.
There are subtle reminders of who we are, such as the rose that grows miraculously despite the decay around it.
Regardless of how dark the world gets, we can continue to find sources of beauty.
We can always walk the path of light, using our hearts as a tool of navigation.
What is calling us?
Has the path become unclear?
We must remember, there we still will be.
There’s no escaping our innate desire to be free.
Go inward and hear the calling of your heart in this time.
It will never lead you astray.
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