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Rapture and Riddle


Author: col13x
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Rapture and Riddle





A sleeping beast
Or winged messenger from God
Lays its quicksand of the truth
And I am spat like a petal from some nameless bloody heart
A constant question of the proof

I scratch in complacent deals
With my fellow’s skin and drone predators
While living in the fields
A cauldron drips
These poppies fix

A soldiers boot
Addiction is
The needle spent is where I live

But faith can be
Such a fickle masturbation of sentiment

Did I nail myself onto the wood
In scarlet scars through shrinking palms
Sacrifice my history
So they could write a misshapen allegory
So they could rest their scraps
In painted psalms of papier-mâché
None of it was me
I was not born to be
An asset
Of their delinquency

Did I lay myself out in love
To hang there torn upon the cross
A plush riddle in comforts upholstery
The benediction of their ease
The filthy placebo of their greed

In the ragged bones I fall to earth
In the moist illusion of the dust
With this wretched taste of famine in my throat

Am I the benediction of their greed
The filthy placebo of their disease

A nameless child who scavenges
For every single breath
As I lay here in the dirt
And in the gluttony of the church
And so for pities sake
Just one more obloquy of prayer
In the chronicle of remembrance

Or sleeping angel
A winged beast sent from the savage eye of God

Lays in the quicksand of the truth
Spat from a stinking petal
Of some cringing bloody heart
And I will gather here a while
The meagre scraps of dust and earth

A constant question of the proof





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  Wow, nice write. Very interesting. I at times find my self searching for a scraps of proof in my life.

"In the ragged bones I fall to earth
In the moist illusion of the dust
With this wretched taste of famine in my throat"

I like that.
| Posted on 2011-07-03 00:00:00 | by snacky fish | [ Reply to This ]
  Happy day Col13x & Happy 4th!

IT's BEen a great day for EPIC PIECES ~*~

This piece is revealing and thought provoking ~*~

Lots of Poetic Smiles 2 Share ;-) ;-) ;-)
| Posted on 2011-07-02 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
  I like this. The subject matter is very modern. The presentation might still need some work though. You could brush it up here and there...
| Posted on 2011-07-01 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ]


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