The Winds

The icy wind
It blows within
The fiery wind without.
The fear that we
Are born of sin
Is run through
By the doubt
Of heaven’s gate
And love and fate
While blood
Just begs to spill.
‘Til we’re afraid
The pain won’t end
And terrified it will.

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