There’s a moment in each day. That Satan can not find. A moment in the day where you can leave it all behind.
Where you can focus on the beauty. As opposed to the horrors that plague mankind. A chance to rest your mind.
Before you return to the mire. Which had consumed you at the time. And you hold sacred these moments.
Because to you they are sublime. Knowing in a split-second you’ll hear that fatal chime. And all the dismay in this world.
Hits you like a title wave from behind. And you find yourself back in reality. Shoulder deep in the grime.
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There’s a moment in each day. That Satan can not find. (William Blake)
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