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The Art of Self Destruction
Why won't you punish me for my selfish mistakes
You promised you would judge every action I take
Where were you when I drank from the river of sin
And let the devil baptise me as I dived right in
I chewed up your body and drank your blood
I banked your forgiveness and rejected your love
With you in my stomach I walked away
Remembering my path knowing I'd need you some day
I question my faith with every blessing I receive
I move further away the more I believe
Faith rises at dawn with you at my core
Sunday's sun wanes and I've fallen once more
Well here I return with a list to confess
A sure fire way to clean up this mess
But it is easy to sit here and worship your name
I rejected you before and I will do it again
Wow, so many ways to ready
Wow, so many ways to ready the analogies and metaphors in the poem
as a saviour represented in a ritual akin to occult rituals juxtaposed. Powerful and jolting the acts of communion have such paradoxes the devouring of innocent flesh symbolic - I am now set on a course of thought whizzing around the universe back to the Beginning the I am and the first fall. The anti is the word of origin meaning instead of. So rich and gruesome you make salvation seem abhorrent. I am passed this point to date, but always plenty of opportunity to slip back there. I love the title too. Excellent write because of the reaction it gave not the theme and this is a sign of a good intellectual spiritual and emotional piece. Blessings SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you for your reply, I
Thank you for your reply, I think the idea of salvation is abhorrent to the 'inner sinner'. He definitely helped me write this one.
My mother was a rainbow
My father turned her grey
they loved me like a sky lantern
they watched me fly away
Devil Worship?
Embracing evil. Horrors! Like atheist on tv commercial trying to keep religion out of government. Kinda sad actuall. Succuming instead of struggling to be better, good, just ethical or moral. Too many rules. anti- as a preamble to anything is easy. Pro- means work and sweat and conquering doubt. God and I spat all the time. I usually lose though. :(
The whole temptation thing,
The whole temptation thing, its an easy option to take. Conatntly hovering above one of my shoulders
My mother was a rainbow
My father turned her grey
they loved me like a sky lantern
they watched me fly away