To Those I Love Who Would Wish Me Harm

It’s a gray sky of thunder with lightening on top
An old dead oak tree eaten up by ants
They just want to eat me
Because your righteous
Finding wrong
In another one
When those clouds open up
You’ll see me there
And think it’s not fair
Sadly I wish
You would be there
With Me

By: Shepard of Peace

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