First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 210

Rang inaudibly in his world
Inside the sticky mud
Sharper than two edged sword
Could this be hope?
Can I hope?
From this pond
Of blood?
Omeka thought
Almost letting the rope
With the pains he could not cope
At the gate of hell
The burden fell
In splits of seconds
The scales dropped
Audibly came the word
Sharper than two edged sword
He is faithful and just
To forgive and love
The pillar of fire
Became a life wire
Hope unadulterated
And light penetrated
Gave meaning
Not to faces in dozens
But to birth soaked in death
He outshone death
Tobi Best
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