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Revelations - Nephilim

Poetry By: XorPoodleKong

some of my old work...

Submitted:Sep 2, 2008    Reads: 46    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Conquer me and thou shall conquer death...If you could conquer the love you felt for someone...you could conquer everything, that has come to pass...and that which will come. All for one and one for all, or one for thyself, and nothing for the people around you, whom you seem nothing to. The question is what is to become of me now that she has left? There be nothing left to do...I might lie myself to eternal rest...even if I do not end up in the arms of my Father...

All in good time...but time never was merciful, nor good. Time is the power, or essence that feeds upon our very strength. Call upon the name of thy Father and he shall respond in kind...Father always does respond, and in kindness...But what of fate? The invisible, inevitable blind whip, which takes us into the darkness, and back into the light again...drags us apart, and pulls us together again. It is undeniable that fate will get us, and that fate will take away, and tear us apart...but what if fate also pays...you lose a person you care about...and gain a new soul, a person who will never desert you.

God gave me what I asked, someone to love...but at the cost of someone else...a dear friend...the very meaning of my pathetic life. The one who gave me solace, and peace of mind...the one who took away the blade from our very arms. What happens when you lose such a person? Nothing...your mind goes into a never ending stare into space and time, past everything in existence, past that pain, past your life...just into nothingness. This is the part where one should start crying...but no...not if you have seen so much of your own fall, seen so much of the pain you've gone through, and the pain you've put yourself through...

There is no word for the feelings I feel...nothingness...pain? No, there is no words to describe the pain you feel, no word to describe your loneliness, not a word...at all...I ask my Father for help, and I will wait...for as long as it takes...for I know only He can help me. My solace my comfort, my life...my heart...I am now torn apart by a rage you put there...this is my revelation...this is my change...this is who I am becoming...Hannah...this is a tribute to you


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