Biblicity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 06, 2016

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Watch it crumble into pieces,

For restoration is not an option.
And as it crumbles,
Watch this blood of mine pour.
 
The sorrow is set free,
But yet I still feel it.
For the pain may escape me,
But I am still held tight in its grasps.
 
This pool around me grows,
And all I see is red--
I said the sorrow could never drown me,
Yet the sorrow insists I am a liar.
 
I call my less fearless,
And this is no lie--
For anything worth fearing,
Would only be a relief from this pain.
 
The binding, eternal contract,
Between the body and the soul--
It is coming to an end--
But I've been dead already,
So there is no shift.
 
Promises of Paradise,
Dante wrote it best,
But my fate is compromised,
There is no happy, eternal rest.
 
Instead, I am filled with disgust,
For this promised heaven--
It is nothing robust,
But rather a euphanized ravine.
 
The faces familiar from Earth,
Both unsettling and hateful,
And in a world where such hate is birthed,
What else could one expect?
 
And while they've named it paradise,
I've simply found the only truth--
Despite the lief you choose to live,
The fork in the road only leads to hell.


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