No More Barbwire (Lucy Sahara xoxoxo)

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And after the storm, the earthquakes and fire

There will be a still peace for the lambs as death decays

Yes, after…after death and destruction—there will be no more barbwire.


Poem about my perception on death

Submitted: November 08, 2011

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I was only a child when I had the entelechy that I was someday going to die;

Death—a bone-deep sentence to a place unknown; a heavy bargain.

Was Thomas right? Is it a complete void of darkness? Hear my cry!

Why won’t you tell me, dear Lord? Are you not God, the greatest almsman?

Heaven is my life’s mission

I long for St. Peter to meet me at the Gate.

Hell would be my bloodcurdling condition

I will wait for Kharon to lead me to my fate.

You stay silent, even in my misery

But I know I am here for a purpose

So I wait in this dark briery

But why are you hiding like a tortoise?

So much for faith when there is doubt— if a heart cannot live without blood,

How can one live now without being created?

The deadly seed that has been planted in my bones coursed through me like a flood!

Forget the kings; I just want justice for those that are innocently baited!

You are above the fourth dimension and yet living in the in smallest light

For you there is no past, present or future—you’re an undying mystery

You blossom like the Lotus flower, a mysterious manifestation, in sight!

Yet let the cold one destroy ourselves in helpless fury!

Melchizadek says you work in mysterious ways

And after the storm, the earthquakes and fire

There will be a still peace for the lambs as death decays

Yes, after…after death and destruction—there will be no more barbwire.


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