Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#25
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Settlement
I went looking for God in the forest,
but found only unburied dead.
They died without mercy,
died without justice.
This is the world of the born,
of the trauma of life and its vicious relent.
Throats savaged in clinging moments,
eyes gored for the sight of truth.
These are my kin,
my perilous neighbors with whispers of bounty,
all fallen away, laid to waste by living,
upon ground that knows nothing of sacrament.
And the sky watches all
as a craven from judgment,
the only true immortal,
ascendant abstraction
protected from pain.
I went looking for a good place die,
well in advance, but even still.
I found a necropolis of temples,
the ruins of unliving stone and nothing more.
I spoke to the emperors of the grave,
plead my case before their gallows-thrones.
Chewing on regret, with mouths filled with dust,
their lips uttered only denials.
I never made demands of the future,
never reached out for angels' hands.
I did not ask for eternity,
but was it so much to wish for, an unfettered soul?
And I will never understand
the cost of my condemnation,
the tax on empathy,
as I open my veins
in consecration.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-21-2011, 12:15 AM
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