THE SPIRIT THAT STEPPED THROUGH

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THE SPIRIT THAT STEPPED THROUGH

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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THE SPIRIT THAT STEPPED THROUGH At the gleaming pinnacle a point which many reach peering into the tippy top forever opening and closing to vanquish the ones who see anything beyond the plain view of relative dysfunction to blaspheme once, twice, three times into the endlessness which foretold of the pit of fire and even walked with the based out consciousness the consciousness conspiracy of a wavering belief to try to find one written in stone and blood and even the light that shines from everywhere is wrong sometimes it's so captivating in its elevation and when found to be mistaken it deserves to fall flailing about on a granite tomb stone a fraction of that light can yield to wayward spirits caught in between one world and the next and bashing ones head against a wall like a fly a redemption is whispered and sometimes doesn't flutter out like the wind the constant flux is cradled in almighty arms ravenous teeth gnawing away all restraint could you catch me in a bitter moment trying to flow like a stream and being decidedly fixed on an awareness of galactic vengeance poised to the promises given and forsaken I leaned into you like a sickening child tearing apart its own womb in a tumultuous fury saved for the select few that bastardized all saints day I consumed just like everyone did I cajoled I fought I scraped and wandered forward to only find a bear trap nipping at me heels the superlative force of the ages tells its lies and expects no backtalk no reproach as it billows onward into the consuming storm fearful of a firelight gone out in the wind even those who understand and especially those are victims of forced rape


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