Refined in Trial
It's every so often, I wonder. How the mind gets so twisted, and turned around, driven, as if listening to the words of a serpent cunning and conniving adnamrofeR repmeS sand or rock on this i will build things but not higher like babel Instead fortresses mighty destined to feel cold cleave of steel on stone break and break against siege after siege but He is risen not this bread; he said for life is not taken but given nesir si eH until the return, no sense denying; it's just a dirge for the new day's trials refined.