You slaughter anyone who dares oppose youīut the ideology you lay bare is even more so Įven if yours is the more accepted perspective. Ideology contrary to yours is viewed as lethal because it is I pray that these wounds will close and cease their weeping-īut that these wounds never fully heal.Ī gilded birdcage to all those who wish to enter I join your prayer, silently I am casting hopes upon God’s ears Of the fact that I bleed in the same way as everyone else around me. If only for the aches to remind me of my mortality, "May this ill prevail all the way to the separation of body and spirit." I hope that the weight from the ache of the wounds will never break meīut I will now hope that the ache from them remains eternally "May your aches and pains transcend physicality," This whisper has haunted me so constantly, Practiced fingers work your reverence into my woundsĪs if wishing for me to hear it for eternity-Īnd maybe I am mad, to hear this whisper so thoroughly. Short Freeform Poem #05: Wounds Everlasting Nameless faces are strewn across the fieldīloodied and broken Freed from the shackles of their loathsome loyalty-īut only when you are on the receiving endĮven with celestial forces blending the past, future, and present With ghostly fingers clawing at the edges of my vision Just as desperately as I clutch for theirs (someone living, someone warm) I pretend that their hands clutch at mine just as desperately That they are breathing so gently against my ear I pretend that the gentle breath of the wind is theirs I can pretend that it is a waltz with the living. Short Freeform Poem #03: A Waltz With the Dead Perhaps I want for naught more than to be profane ![]() If I am blasphemous for dreaming of the wicked being damned with retribution Thinking of them, wickedly, even during waking hours? Is it profane to think of dreaming of such schemes Is it sinful and wicked to dream of such things? "Thy art a scoundrel, a rogue, a sacrilegious demon- doth thou hast no wisdom nor personal spirit? No intellect nor sense, no courage nor wits? Nay, you needn't answer, for thou art not more than a dirty mouse, a rat beneath thee feet of God" "What did I do to deserve such persecution, my Lord, my chosen divinity?" Revealing far more than they intended about their sin They will respond to God's query blasphemously "You demon, you spiteful spirit, you wretched soul. "Why me? Why me?" That is their statementĪnd I want God to speak to them as they have spoken to me I long to see a world revived revitalizedĪ world with these sinners brought down to their kneesĪnd they would cry out in a cacophony a harmony to me Short Freeform Poem #02: A World Revitalized Yet a candle is all my skin and eyes can bear-Ī body far too sensitive for God's great gifts
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