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    dots Submission Name: Jesus Diarydots

    Author: BenCollier
    Elite Ratio:    3.72 - 425/386/88
    Words: 368
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       I hope this piece can stand and speak for itself
    There are a few phrases borrowed from the movie "Gabriel"

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    Jesus Diary

    Falling – it is the first thing I feel, distant voices echo in my ears
    Darkness binds the soul, a place where angels fear to tread
    Sulphuric fumes scorch my nostrils;
    Wails of the damned torment me, sinuey limbs grasp blindly
    Their useless wish of salvation

    Strength by passion -
    Hatred is a worthy ally against the enemy
    Pale eyeless scavengers muddle at my feet, beckoning me to somehow end their suffering
    Their sins broadcast in their aura for all to witness as a glimpse into their unholy existence
    Ageless evil abounds everywhere – the sounds of suffering and lament
    A chortle of conceit, the bastards voice is deafening

    My path is hindered as though I am pressing through solid humidity, made of all evil condensed into an opaque veil
    In the distance I see a plateau, surrounded by darkness
    Light has no way of knowing how many shades of gray it must overcome
    The ground, or what passes as such
    A cauldron of parched ash caked into a mesmerizing myriad of fissures – NO!
    As I step the unconcealed depth is evident, explosions of temptation spews forth

    Again I pass – an exoneration overcome, into his citadel I enter

    An Alchemist waits, his duty to deceive, his myriad of potions whose only purpose is camouflage at his fingertips
    As I look closer I see the tortured souls in each bottle, prisoners of his follies
    His temptations are strong
    “Who are you?” The words spew forth from his molded teeth, the air around him crystallizes and shatters from his speech
    I Stare
    “You got a tongue in your fucking face?” “I said who are you?”
    Forgive them Father for they know not what they do, my hatred is my armor
    Sacrifice is what victory is measured upon, for in that light you have no power
    “I come here to free what you have so unjustly enchained
    My life for theirs”

    Falling – it is the last thing I feel
    Your distant voice echoes in my head
    I am THE angel destined in Grace and purifying Light
    I fall into the light
    You are free

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      a fallen angels diary

    were we not once the only
    steadfast, faithful?
    yet conviction somehow
    could not hold us
    save us
    freedom with no frame
    served only to enslave us
    we were legion with no enemy
    at the source
    before depraved flesh
    had need for liberty
    now forgotten in darkness
    to wither endlessly
    given to dust and dirt
    to slither helplessly
    prone to worm and decay
    eyes dulled
    yet eternally awake
    search the heavens
    for a breach in the clouds
    arise once more
    mighty God of war
    and with solemn tongue
    satisfy the angry flame
    talk us backward
    before insolence
    before insincerity
    before rebellion and disorder
    before insistance upon equality
    forget us then before we begin
    forgive us our treachery

    and also, like OMG that blonde girl who sits in front of me in math class, with those big brown eyes, i think i'm like totally in love. i'm gonna marry her and she is gonna have my demon spawn.
    | Posted on 2009-10-21 00:00:00 | by DestroyOhBoy | [ Reply to This ]

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