Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 14, 2013

Valley of Sorrow

by Rachel
Yea, as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I will be scared shitless.
For thou have not been with me;
Thy rod thy staff they spear me.

And as I crawl though the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I will be full of sadness.
For I am not meant to be happy;
Or so my life has shown me.

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