Damnation Of Salvation
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Stone castles needn’t withstand
Tempered fate nor to be felled by man
Has he known not the story to be undone?
Should he not know this battle is not to be won?
Temptation, dear,
oh, she is nymph’s delight,
To enthrall the tangled vines of life.
Curled around your pinky veins
Pressured; you are unsure and vain…
Be it truth or resurrection in its stead:
The lonely always befall a simple fate,
The truth to be given is their fall of faith;
The faith in society, the faith in themselves
“Shalt thou keep it at thine own behest,
To hunt the dreams of the mind;
Those meant to shatter all possible ends,
Only to entwine themselves in miasma minds.”
The truth of this world, countered by eyes unseeing,
So says the Book of Cass, 20:16:
or possibly the Book of Cass, 7:12,
Where it simply states of Heaven and Hell
Where damnation is not by judgments,
But how one may see themselves
No!
Fate shall not stand strong
At the silence of nature’s most pure song. {begin ramping}
Where 21 grams of granite angels now rest 6 feet deep
Where decency fell to dour silence,
All because family rested on faith
Where life would no longer give tired wings a break
And apathy rested in its station
And they gave no hesitation
With pure acts of deliberation
That caused of the fall of the greatest nation
Where united, we stood
And divided
WE
FELL
So that to too many children,
life is their hell
And death is their bliss
And borrowed glories of yore
Fill their mental emptiness
With nothing but numbness and gore
Tempered shackles of fortifications embrace
Let us, instead, accept this fate
Because it is by our own trembling hands
That cup the freedom and liberties that so freely flow to the floor
Through creation of this fatuous tale retold
Where smoke and mirror is the truth of the mind
When we must see with the heart and not the eyes
Because the heart always knows
The soul never lies
But how many words are kept behind salt and Adam’s ale eyes ?!
Where teardrops crown roses
And whiskers are on chins and not kittens
And dull pot-metal spoons are filled with anthrax and sugar
Because a syringe-full of liquid helps the sadness go down
The pain all go down
The memories go down
Because the cursed forge their own path
Once forsaken, they are always forgotten
Let me dawn my crown of winter roses
Calling “So say we all”
And give what is abled in polished marble crypts
Where each vein of shimmer gives us a glimpse
To the secrets that are weaved into this terrible cloth
Where all life goes, where all life is lost
These somber shelves of stories only half told
Where they were ended by their own hand or too old
When heralded is the light blue glow of tv
that emanates like ghastly mirages
Surrounding chipped lead window frames
Of rooms now dark, as the murderous blue glow claims
The life that was once in them
Until only the reminiscence of moments long past
Are what remains
Parading docile women as though they are sheep
And cattle directed to the faraway to be slaughtered
As their silence reverberates in the never ending void of consciousness
Or beauty is only to be born with and not created
where scars are to be damned and not proof that you have lived
when every moment that passes is to be lived in regret.
Now ribbons of toxic thorns trace my veins
and let them find their way to this faltering heart
Palpitations, murmurs…
and it stops…
Shallow follows all that once was
Now to emptiness is the resignation so duly sought
forged in fire,
spontaneous combustions of morals
down in flames ever so silent
erased by a golden sapphire blaze
Proclaim now how deep is your devotion,
Sing your prose, and read your sonnets aloud
Your commendation of needless words is amiss
Your condemnation to harakiri is sealed with a kiss
laced with vinegar and sacrificial blood-reddened lips
Opportunist versus optimist
Simply lay down 1 word that needn’t be revoked
For, with this last step,
We will no longer endure for their sins.