Song of Ascents (Prologue)

Salvation follows the sound of distress
And answers the call to confess
It’s transformed from lips that lie
And tamed from tongues that tie

There’s discipline in the warrior’s arrow
Burning within the broom bush’s burrow
And sins that aren’t so easily washed away
Are choked on the edge of a battle’s fray

A land’s dwellings has its own woes
And peace requires seeds to sow
But roots prove worthless in times of lore
While words run shirtless in sands of war


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