What will I do with satan’s thorn Lodged deep in weakest access point? No pill to take No treatment makes It well, no method has supplied A cure, Steps stumble; Backward falls The soldier, boldly with a limp But limping on He goes, he goes, A carefully crafted grin All

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound

Where does my contentment lie? In what do I most gather peace? In need of nothing, satisfied From endless craving to find release.