Ashton Eleazer

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Stolen Song

December 04, 2017 by Ashton Eleazer in Thoughts, Uncategorized

Stand in empty hands and water trickles down. He chuckles as he manages to get a rouse.

Though a blanket of sovereignty's always been on scene, all that's explicit is the pains of robbery.

Silent and transposed he triumphantly walks away. Confused and frustrated she is told to stay.

Later on she questions why would you let it go? Quietly answered you may never know.

Wrestling with why's only point away from plan. Knowing that all goodness comes from one man.

She can rely on him when things don't figure out. He will use this to destroy darkness in the doubt.

Tracing back to power and his authority.

There is nothing rugged opposition could ever do to me.

December 04, 2017 /Ashton Eleazer
Thoughts, Uncategorized
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