Have no fear of the fate cast upon you

Whether it is life, death, or sickness

Hope will surpass the undeniable truth

And when spirits are down

Look into your soul and find

The fluttering dove, the olive branch, the red string

And know that to you it will bind

All that does pursue

If you are to live, but living is to be unbeared

Then march upon heavens gate with wings outspread

And in your dreams, to God say declared,

That the world on your shoulders is but an angel’s job

And you are none but a man needing mending

And God will listen to your pleas

Perhaps, with the honest truth and no pretending

He will lessen your burden and lift its strains

And find you a place, find you a sanctuary

When the ravens caw, and the death bells toll

And you find yourself at the gates of hell

Be prepared, it may be ripped out of you, your soul

But beg not the devil, for he bargains little

So find a fallen angel, who still dreams of hope

And help lift its broken wings, fill its empty heart

Perhaps you’ll be allowed to outstretch your arms and grope

And fly with the angel in serenity

And be it sickness that cast you weary and weak

Hope is the only possible cure for your disease

And if you are unable to speak

Collapse down on your knees, and use the last of your strength

To call upon your loved ones, your hated, and God

And repent, cry out for redemption, forgiveness, cry at length

And perhaps, perhaps they will surround you

With loving caring arms

Be you living, sick, or dying,

Remember, pray and ask them to forgive

Because the burden of a guilty empty shell

Is much too great to be a burden in hell

No matter the situation, get down on your knees

And ask god for forgiveness, no matter how extreme

Beg him, the Lord, with no pride of man, and ask him

Please save him, please save her…

Please save us if you can