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Proverbs in Morbid Veritas.
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Broken monotone breathing
Holds back the sorrows of my life...
The grief of my hate.
Desperate for something new to say,
A new prayer to beg to
My now Unknown God...
This is my Tragedy.
To have a burning passion fade
To a Graveyard Hymnal.
A cataclysmic love eroded to
Inert misery, settling as
Regret and contempt over
Mine eyes...
My prayer is all I have...
After this, I will lay my
Head in the bottom of the deepest ocean,
My wrist will kiss this temptress blade.
Prophecy and promises have been
Dried, divided, and sold to overlords,
The whore of vice that quiets
My struggle with shameful solemnity...
Her kiss holds my tongue in her embrace.
My God,
See the ashes I've poured upon mine flesh,
And Cloth of grief upon my body,
Burlap torn upon my skin.
See suffering in Apex Victory.
I am alone.
I made my loneliness with these
Hands you've given me...
Grief...
Sorrow...
Misery...
Oh, how I ache within.
My failure rings loud within
This broken and tortured Psalm.
I am no King.
I am no Judge.
I am no Rebel.
This is a call from the lips of
A broken peasant saint,
To a God Incongruent behind a
Curtain of my regret.
I wish to be prodigal no longer, Father...
Long has my abode among the beasts of
The Earth grown weary to my bones...
Abba, hear me
My Hypocrisy won't let the
Light in anymore...
My loved ones start to leave, and the left ones
Begin to curse my name...
Save me from myself.
Save me Father,
I am scared,
I have no home to call my own...
Without your love,
Death will not come soon enough.
Save me from myself.
Save me from what I have become,
Save me from the death my sin has bared to my heart.
Save me from what I so rightfully deserve, from the fate that awaits my
Stricken soul...
Amen.
Death is necessary.
In life, in faith...
It represents a new beginning for those who believe.
An Ultimatum for those who see naught but the setting of the sun.
But fear does not discriminate.
It strikes deep within zealot and atheist alike.
Those who embrace it with renewal in mind will find reward foretold.
Those who fear will flee, and die tired.
In life, in faith...
It represents a new beginning for those who believe.
An Ultimatum for those who see naught but the setting of the sun.
But fear does not discriminate.
It strikes deep within zealot and atheist alike.
Those who embrace it with renewal in mind will find reward foretold.
Those who fear will flee, and die tired.
© 2013 - 2024 Ph03n1x-Orion
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Beautiful. I feel the pain in this poem. It's not the cheap pain some sell a dime a dozen on dA, but tbis acute agony. Reminds me of a poem by Edgar Allen Poe wrote called "Annabel Lee." Grand work. Absolutely grand.