Deep in the trenches the nocturnals scurry 

A night like this brings no gifts for the living 

On the hunt their gnashing brings bitterness to the taste 

So in disgust they must toss their corpse to the waste 

I bring the sorry life out of its misery

For that is the purpose my father gives to me

These creatures run aimlessly with no life to feed their hunger 

I look to my brothers and see them rest in their slumber 

The warnings of a sour cup is to be filled 

Yet has been lost in translation as blood drips by His will. 

I beg for it to be taken away

but never will I allow selfishness to be led in this fray

Just then the representative appears with coins and a kiss 

The march of madness was enough to wake a sword from abyss 

Yet foolish as we are we live and die by what’s drawn 

So I rebuke the blade and line up killing starts after dawn 

The nighthawks fail to sink a claw through the surface of flesh 

But the ravens await to serve the feasts above in their nests 

-Luke 22:47-53 – 1 Kings 17-

Published by israwyell

Hey guys!! My name is Jacob and I like to draw, write songs, play drums, and hang out with friends. I was named after the son of Abraham, and have been redeemed by God just the same, so call me Israwyell! My style IS RAW and LOUD! Enjoy the gift of creation!

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