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Lost in the darkness, feeling so cold
My life enfolds
Walking the path of horrors untold
I'm breaking the threshold
Kneeling before The Being of Old
He's looking for a heart of gold
In my life I've lost my foothold
I'm not one to extol
I'm now lost
And at what cost? At what cost?
A torment of the ages
I've burned all the bridges
So now I run from the infernal wretches
I can hear their voices
A torment of the ages
I breath in the ashes
As my journey ends in blazes
My life enfolds
Walking the path of horrors untold
I'm breaking the threshold
Kneeling before The Being of Old
He's looking for a heart of gold
In my life I've lost my foothold
I'm not one to extol
I'm now lost
And at what cost? At what cost?
A torment of the ages
I've burned all the bridges
So now I run from the infernal wretches
I can hear their voices
A torment of the ages
I breath in the ashes
As my journey ends in blazes
Literature
For the Ones Left Behind
I shed no tears for you who sleep,
nor for the clay that breathes no more;
for why should any faithful weep
for one who suffers nevermore?
These tears are for those left behind,
for us who must remain alone,
deprived of light nor hopeful sign,
long waiting for our journey home.
The years of life creep slowly by
while we await our coming end,
yet not a day marks those who die,
who with the angels Christ attend.
With spirit tongues, you sing of hope,
in song eternal life proclaim,
in vain attempt to help us cope
with never seeing you again.
Your joy cannot to earth descend,
nor douse bereavement's wicked bite,
so pray instead
Literature
Lament of a broken heart
Lament of a broken heart
Loving a friend
leaves you back alone.
Made of gingerbread
my heart is easy to break.
Am I a person easy to love?
I don't know,
I'm surely the wrong judge.
But I made it easy for you.
Being the others mirror,
reflecting the true face,
we sung the same song,
we shared the same mind.
But you treated me like a toy,
you took my hand,
you scarred my feelings.
So my heart is sitting in the space
between two chairs.
This is the lament of a broken heart
hoping this wound would heal,
the cry of a bleeding soul,
longing to feel.
Literature
Prayer
I thank you, merciful Creator,
Whoever you, up there, might be,
That I was not proclaimed a traitor
And no one yet imprisoned me.
I thank you with my heart, Almighty
That yet my tongue wasn't ripped out,
That I am for my word still fighting,
And for my liberty I shout.
I thank you, Owner of existence,
From you I learnt all that I must,
Against offense I hold resistance
And I am used to pure disgust.
I thank you with my soul, Redeemer,
That time is limited for me.
A fear of fools: One day the spirit
Will leave the body finally.
And so, I pray to thee, Soul-Bearer
Let me dissolve in haze, I tell.
Dull is eternity in heaven
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I originally made this for a friend of mine. Was on my main profile. I know, for your poetry critics out there, this one is a bit sloppy.
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It reminds me of the importance of staying true to God's path, the one without sin. If we follow it, then we will be able to aviod this enternal toture...It's really good, and I'm not a poem critic, so I can't tell that it's sloppy...Thanks again for reminding me to avoid sin.