The Brand by Richard D. Asplund Jr.

Pain Building in one's souls
Not much longer can he keep control
Anger Blurring all before
No telling what lay in store
Light and Darkness block the path
Soon they will face his wrath
Will it be too late
What is the whim of fate
A healers hand nowhere in sight
Making it harder and harder to fight
The pain that grows
And escape those who know
Past deeds that will forever damn
Whatever did happen tot he innocence of the lamb
Before he grew into a man
Whose soul bears both heaven's and hell's brand


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