by Matthew J.Hall
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Loose the shackles of yesterday’s shame.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.
Keep to the confessions in secrecy told.
Battle curses, fire and pain.
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Ancient compulsions left you cold.
Remember the patterns of what you became.
Where victory belongs to the brave and the bold.
Take up your weapons and hold, hold.
Stubbornly shield, protect and maintain.
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Respond to transgressions, smash the mould.
Deny oxygen to devilish flame.
The burden of success heavier than gold.
A soul is redeemable however it was sold.
See through intention and keep a good name.
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.