Not even the darkness can engulf, once what his brightness illuminates
He is the ethereal arbitrator, the Scar maker.
The harsh malice, the vindictive vice, turns to a tenuous mist,
He is the valiant protector, the Scar Maker.
A hope in despair, a shelter to desolate,
He is the forbearing strider, the Scar Maker.
When the time is to crush the tyrannies,
He is the merciless terminator, the Scar maker.
Whenever I surrendered and unfurled my grip, he snatched me back to life,
He is the fearless savior, the Scar maker.
In my world of renounced trust and tattered beliefs
He is the Faith keeper, the Scar maker!
(Photo credits: Peter Sawyer via Phototutsplus)
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