 | Latest Poem: Tribute to a discarded trowel |
| Judas! They call me, the betrayer of men A heretic, a heathen, a whore. I am no traitor! I plead. I even now the serpentine coils are descending. My words were weak and wanton and the path I chose was wanting. But you, you meant to bury your crimes in my wounds and bid me sumit to your brand: Coward. But I was not meant to tread here, nor content in my Creator to suffer the persecution of this too too sullied flesh. So I fled, on bloodied soles into such burning redemption as might stave off the final fatal chill. I, I am forsaken huddling amongst the embers of my odious effigy and praying for the warmth to return. My lord, why have you forsaken this child. who begged your guidance and forgiveness, who, driven by the passion of a thousand prophets landed in such impiety? Eli, Eli. You heard me once, but now your counsel is out-thundered by the whispers of my fellow damned, whose boldness is their claim to grace, who banished me to this mire while not once, nor ten times but every moment of every dawn and dusk, I implored you to embrace or end me. For thine is the power and the glory. Are my scars not etched as gravely nor my name as lovingly crafted by yours hands to merit reprieve? Is my love of man so inept that to soften your sentence would rend the heavens beyond repair? What elevates my recreancy beyond the indulgence of my peers while murderers and thieves are cheered unto your bosom, and my denouncers revel in their righteousness with empty praises of your hollow name? Even Satan is loathe to ingest me, and no restitution withers on his lips. |
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 | Poem Category: Religious |
| Poems in this category:
Tribute to a discarded trowel by hematitebones (Oct. 31) I Wonder by StarShyne (Feb. 24) Untitled by StarShyne (Feb. 24) |
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