The phantom looks divine!
Feb 1, 2023
I stride on this concrete in oblivion,
The gloomy clouds overhead envelope me,
I recall the blade and the chalice, but where is its divinity?
My eyes strained as soon as I lost faith.
The satanic phantom is now an excellent spirit to create,
An aura of brightness that welcomes the Almighty.
Concurred with these changes, I am still making head and tails.
For Him to show up as I standby,
Shortly,
The incoming ray of light is the testimony,
glancing around, I could not believe how my fiend could prove weaker than this divinity.
I was a somber soul then and an angel now.
I weep; I weep in euphoria as I realize that
I have miles to go before I sleep.
