SIMPLY SIMPLE

by LION's EYE

Primitive emotions 

followed to a tee,

quickly unfulfilling,

he's never really free.

Lusting those illusions,

conjured in his mind

so the Simple follows

 destruction's senseless rhyme.

The end a gone conclusion,

his hope an empty shell,

passing through life's vapor,

ever closer, hell.

Is his fate debated?

Or does the Reaper take

life without a protest,

cast into the Lake?

Or is there still a dawning

for this simple one,

new light to break upon him,

new hope to gather from?

There like crystal gleaming

from holy, radiant height,

piercing through the dimmness

with morning's perfect Bright.

Lightening the darkened corners

of his twisted mind,

Thy Word brings understanding

a Way, Thy path, to find.

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