Furnace of Affliction

With stone
cold hearts afire with
hatred they
watch my every move
their desire
is to make me stumble
with words
harsh as battery acid
from Heaven
above the Shepherd of
my soul bids
me to glance upwards
to ignore
the looks and taunts
of the sons
of Belial for their day
is coming
sooner then they think
even realize

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