God made me a war and told me don't you decay in the ruin of humanity
Don't you dare deem with mercy the eyes of the one's who lived against the natural order of things
Don't you hold back the instinct that braces your heart with empyreal incentive
Within a prayer hushed in discreet
Inward the quiet repuscular rays, transmitting susurrations of sorrow;
A religious heaviness plunging on my hopes of finally becoming a blessing;
A favoured angel_
Curved from his clinging robes, ragged and worn fingers
Made to be endued with honour around my sleeve
Girded with the rosary that twined my fingertips
Nevertheless;
When I rise damp
Outward the humid gulid soils
The breath vermeil
The neck swathed in motes of annihilated tenets_
Only there I see how ugly he is
How alike he made me to him.
Desonale_of what wrapps a creature with regret, guilt and remorse
(Shame never perturbed a God's presence)
An obliteration expedient up for no good but the grating bedlam melody heralding her nearing
Dispirited hills weep at the sight of men at her feet
Widows dead as much as grief can kill
Asking for some mercy to forebear this punishing
Squealing with nothing but the faces of whom they birthed in sunless pits of hell
I glimpse at myself from afar;
A war_ ragging beyond the reach of my will
When did you become inaccessible ?
How did you get there ?
The shadow of a tear abscured by fear dances at the hems of her irises
Tired her wings rested upon rued shoulders of battle
He told me my redemption' ll be near
If only I could keep his heaven clean
Still I feel like I've become the beast he swore to disavow from tranquility
The one he made me not to be
January 6, 2023