soundless pergatory plundering darkness

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is this
what we've
come to now?
a bunch
of blood
sucking
leeches
vampiric
tyrants
skimming
the milk
from the
mother's breast
and the child
can never
rest
in the mercy
you've now
taken from her
life?

are we all
to go around
causing
each other
strife
in the name
of God?

if this
a war
of beings
judgemental
sentinent
leanings
then i
partake
to shake
the snake
of it's skin

and bare
it's soul
for all
to behold
in it's
sad unglorious
demeaning
pity

would you
want me
to make
that of you
too?
as you do
me
as you
see me
through
your darkness
unable
to recognize
the light
that
falls
upon
the head
of the child
inside
all of us
bled
once
for
our
sins

don't make
him sacrifice
his life again

this
a war
that cannot
be ever won

there is
little victory
in shaming
another
and overshadowing
their doom
with more
gloom

what will you say?
when the mighty
winds
suddenly
blow your way
and you wake
up and find
that God
is testing
you

mother ruler
cast your pen
in the fire
and stop
the sin
by admiring
the
evil

twin cheeks
suffer
not
but
the weak
in this world

and if mighty
overpowers
the child
that screams
for justice
then so be it

let justice
complete
it's circle
and round
up those
who believe
the seeds
have been sown
and the Gods
have begun
to overthrow
the evil kingdom

for the seeds
you sow
upon
my
dark
will spring
to light
when the
moon shines
upon
the head
where the dead
are buried
safe and sound
free from
the wounded bondage

the carousel
of the mind
that turns
and whips
the behinds
of those
who yearn
for more
knowledge
than just
simple
grief
year
after
year

don't fear
what you
haven't dared
to find
in yourself
yet

it's hidden
well
but
God
can tell
if your
heart
speaks
backwards
then you
won't go
forward
with the plan

now stop
the attack
my ship
is intact
in the harbor
of safe keeping

i'll abide
by my own
life saving
will to survive
yet,
i will
never dispose
of another's soul
in order
to re-create mine

bondage in denial

if i should
leave this
trail of tears
to go unsung

then what
has become
of my forsaken
loved ones?

you who
dare
dip
your feet
in the glare
outcast
looking
in for relief
and finds
nothing
but a solitary
retreat
into the
manic mind
where wisdom
is so unkind

better blind
than to know
such truths
that the
evil beings
unsow
every fall
the shadow
knows
it's going
to call
all to
shed
their
true
colors
revealed
at last

at last!
glory
to be
the king
of all
in the heavens
that rise
but never
falls
on the
child
who cries
to God
every night
for a
passive
light
to shine
for direction
home

such
unmerciful
grounds
for the
dark
sanctuary
that blocks
the light
that satan
continues
to put
his hand
in

is this
what we've
become now?
the sinner
of all the sins?

father
to take
us in
and protect
and shield
from the evil
winds
that threaten
to divide
our sky
into
blood
dripping
heinous
crimes
of judgemental
passion
overlayed
into
a cheap
delayed
reaction
to faith

nothing
is sacred
on this
battleground
that has
begun
it's torrent
wind
undone
the mighty
seers
and
sages
begun
their
journeys

not to
be overcome
by the ingratiate
who threatens
to take
the life
away
with
a sharpened
sword
and
a
ripened harvest
we sow
our seeds
to even
out the victory
sheep

now the
wolf cries
in mean vanity
at the world
that's lost
it's sanity
in itself

that
common
ground
we shall
all cross
as one
when
the trumpet
blares
the mighty
spririt
spare
the rod
teach
the child
love
and bear
the gifts
to the
God
above
and judge
not
anyone
who has
seen
the dualities
that
heaven
and hell
represent

a loss
of innocence
unquit
quieted
spirit
will not
lay down
and die
this time

the pain
cannot subside
from the injustices
that abide
this tragic life

i will
not leave
them behind
in their
solitude
and grave
forgiveness
as the sky
they
colored
blue
turned
black
in it's
attack
on our
lives

is this
what you
would leave
your children?

the same
unkind
unkempt
hand

a tired land
where greed
steals
the sand
from
the hourglass
of all those
who tried
before
the mother's
were denied
a lifetime
of love

a man
who turns
his very
back
on his
young
and eats
them up
as if
he too
would
be forever
young

only to be
stung
by the bee
that saps
the seed
so sweet
from the tree
of life
that i call
one man
my father
and he
is not my dad

this,
a turned back
what you would
have for those
who attacked
the innocent
spirits
who stir
the path
and keep
it free
from the attack

great sages
unwrap
the mystery
is complete

it is
with great
sadness
i watch
the world
attack
my soul
my bloodied spirit
time after time
i seek
refuge
in the sublime
light
of my God
and often
there
is little moon
to guide
me through
to that other side
where the safe
and souls reside
who tried
to make
this life
a better world
for all of us
but cannot be
denied
the right
to cry out
it's misery
and injustices
served wrong
on the golden plate
where the pond
meets with
the scum filled
hatred
and there
is no better
place
to shed
the secret
held within
than the
pious manner
in which we live
and guide
our lives
by our own
actions

begrudge us
no more
our sin
committed
by those
within
our own circle
of fire
and wind

where are the rains?
where are the great
thunderous claps
of applause
for your delightful
pause on my pain
and suffering?

you who judge
those who had
hell step on them
did not ask
for repeat offenders

take your plan
to the other man
because
behold
the sun
will rise and fold
on this land
before you attack
your fellow
man again

my suffering
asks no pity
asks
no mercy
from this life
that took
all
and gave
more strife

my sadness
my growing
anger
at the injustice
and unequiviatity
of this human
sacrifice
on earth
bonded
by the blood
we drink
in our cups
that we take
and break
the bread
and shake
the crumbs
into the same
hand that fed us all

now fall out
from my sky
as i continue
to bleed
my desire
on all eyes
who watch
me
and despise
my life

I have
become
one
with
thy
own
staff
in hand
bloody
knife
in back

the attack
complete
the sins
accomplished
and still,
the spirit
yearns
for more
righteous
leanings

hear the call
of the child
the halls
are empty
raise the cup
drink the blood
the christ
is calling
within us all

fall
and
rise
once
again
child
of
evil
child
free
from
sin

be
born
again
unto
the
heaven
that springs
the rain
every April
and unwounds
the dead
grounds
that resentful
backporch
brooms
resent
themselves

you
who
attempt
to remove
me from
my right
to speak
of my grief
my struggle
and personal
strife

what will
you say
on your own
beds of clay
when asked
if you ever
strayed
from your truths
soothsayers
in lion's
den
soft
cloth

take
the
mirror
and
find
the breath
that the soul
never overturns
into another
personal demon
to terrorize
all heathens
within

take
the stones
and cast
no more
but bury
them
in the stoves
that will
never burn
alone
in the
hell that
threatens
the good
that will
take us
home

if this,
then
i will
wait
alone
in my
retreated
solitude
and grow
into
the spirit
that can
once again
sow
it's
godly
seed
home
and wait
pathetically
for the paths
to unwind
and the cries
of foul
to stop
it's attack
on my soul

bless those
scourge not
the cross
is up
the dance
is down
the hatch
buried
with the
last
bloody
hatchet

where
even
the nastiest
weed
the meanest
dandelion
will resow
it's seed
in the light
of a non-judgemental
delight
found
in
the
heaven
where
souls
resound
to rebound
from past
lives
filled
with tragic
demise
of faith

you would
have me drown
in your black
sea of misery
than ever
let me float
quietly
in my own
conflicted
grief filled
refuge
where
at the least
i have
a half
a chance
to float
into
some sort
of
happy
sea
by
accident
per
grace
given
to me
perchance
by chance
by a God
that never
left the
thorns
rot
his left
side
where
the heart
still
beats
freely

a homage
to those
who suffer
for all eternity

it is
with great
displeasure
that i
must
die
on the world's
time
clock
my soul
click
the hear
the spirit
roar
with pain
uneven
grains
of salt
in the wound
even larger
than the
original
bleeding sin

i too
would rather
have died
than be alive
in this cold
world
that shutters
me out
with it's
broadened shoulders
and coal filled
eyes
and hearts
that delight
in the suffering
of the child
that cries
continually
by night
and will
shy away
each morn
with a paisly
filled
delight
for the moon
who shook
it's head
no too soon

God is there room?
is there room
for yet another?

i sold the broom
years ago
i stole the
forest
from the horrid
echoes
that my befell
the wooden
cross
on my heart

stop the daring
darts
they throw
so carelessly
into my sea
of ongoing grief

father,
i no longer
wish to see
this cruelty
in all
it's brutality
and action
devoid of love

such peril
such hate
at each
upcoming
dawn
i died
each time
the hate
came on
and took
the love
down the
into the
buried
ground
where souls
wriggle
in the
worm hole
sound

dance
command it!
of the evil
laughter
that
can stand
to lay
sound upon
thy broken
spirit