Redemption

Life through death was the previous name for this poem, I decided to change it at the last moment. Death is spiritually of importance, it is a symbol of progress, the ability to move on, and to learn.

I spit this wicked sickness, hoping in death to be the victor, although my breath might be a whisper

I am the calm before the storm

I am the bomb before the war

I am the scar left upon the world

I am the dead and damaged, the ravaging unfurled, while the rabbits hide inside their burrow, the heralds in their salt circles

I am the savage soldiers tattered, worn

I am the honest martyr, the trumpeters horn

I am the carnival of horror

The fear, the horde outside your door

I am the calm before the storm

I am the terror that’s been newly born

I am the four horsemen s’ cry of scorn the folklore about to be known upon the black skies of human demise like the bones beneath the stones, the tomes to be wrote known like the railroad throne for the times so bold that they stood alone before the end of urban serenity, humanity’s enemy

I am the prison within your living core, the instrument of war inside your soul, the hole within your heart, the woe within the dark, the hatred that became an art, the machine gun mark of it all upon your mind, shouting down lives with warped ridge lies to hide behind in the crossfire

I am the infection of your imperfections, inflicted in your influence and influenza resentment a testament to your wretchedness, wrestling with effortless equalists who show nothing but weakness

I may be a rusted weapon, but sharpen me, oil me, and I can still cut

I wish to bath in flesh and drink the blood of the resistance, the liquid ichor of the godless monsters, the wicker men who are afraid of the day their lives go up in flames

The hallow cost of another holocaust, to rust in the cuts and rot in the flesh of the frost lost under the mossy hill, the bones still live, for bonds are killed to give, and death is to be lived with, without hatred, just forgiveness

Death and life, suffering and happiness, both are needed, so feed it into the minds and down the spines of the people, for good and evil are the same, on either side, divine, equal

We are all equally beast, inside beneath the meat, our wide smiles are teeth, behind the different beliefs, savagery is its own peace, within the mouldy yeast comes the cleanest pieces, we are all monsters, a different breed, a different bleed, and different needs, and have a taste for different treats

But our feast on depravity and naivety is really all the same, we are struggle stained, everyone is insane, untamed, crazed

And within every name is a different game, a prison, a chain, a different way to feel pain

But through the suffering, every godsbane every man that has still been maimed can gain something beautiful you can’t have any other way, commit to the pain, invite into inside you, keep it there to stay

There is no shame in going out in a blaze

For to be erased, taken away, you must first be named, for the example, the person, you’ve became, before the arson of the slain, obtain the place to remain in the membranes of humanity

To be taken down to the wire is to truly inspire

To perspire to ashes is the result of a bonfire higher than the words of some admired liar

To be hated is to love, to be buried in the mud is carry yourself above, and be shot from a gun, incinerated by the sun, forgotten by those you’ve loved, forgiven by God above is to be someone

And if art is an explosion of emotion, in one moment, broken, golden, stolen

One’s demise is to be realized, materialized, personified, inside the grieving eyes of a world stigmatized, but open, hoping, coping

How could death, the best moment, the end of the newly awoken, be less potent, than the single loathing breath of a second unaffected neglected a life, unspoken and imperfect, next to the last letter, down to the last word, the inner meaning, the feeling, the reason, the thesis, in a sentence that shatters reality in a matter of a cataclysmic of moment of hope, a final comprehension of repentance and redemption

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like you are planning a perfect demise