War Horse

Grate divider awaken your might
for we are all far from your sight.
I am the war horse,
you are my might, the greatest baking force.

I am not afraid death
only of a life not lived.

An angel fell from the sky.
Security in ungodly wings
is why most can’t fly.

History and calendars have no answers.
Only the voice of the master
of masters.

You’re going to fail
we all do fall.
So what is the worlds idea of perfection
really worth at all?

So decode the cryptic code
of my heart.
Take what is this man
and break him apart

-By Chris Cameron