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The baby born in blood Has made his mothers heart explode He will be the wrong angel Apollo has cursed your house Now just hallow dignity Her body stretched upon the ekkyklêma That still he lives to be scorned By the better half The angel that pursued her beauty to her bed Her milk is gall so what will we make of you? What did you see in your clairvoyance? Will you be king? You will understand all truths You will devour pity and sorrow You will be a true human being Born through the palpitating pain You will be feared by them You will inspire them to walk away Let you bathe in any joy that’s offered May you dream in peace from watering eyes and Let you not be bloody now |
I swear that after reading the first couple of lines, I envisioned the movie The Unborn, which scared the bejeezus out of me when I watched it. But I digress. I really liked the third line on the third stanza; "The angel that pursued her beauty to her bed." It took me a couple of times of repeating it to make sure I read it correctly, and while I'm not sure my interpretation of it is correct, I like it all the same. | Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by mxadrienne | [ Reply to This ] | |