Forgotten Hatred

Forgotten Hatred

A Poem by The Mad Prophet
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This is a question of, should I intake my old ways now that I am more enlightened a bit more, or should I carve a new path. I burn into my soul to even speak it felt, but I was so protected by everything. I shed my ward to connect to the world more.

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My soul is no longer on fire

This is new for me

My soul does not burn its self

This is new for me

 

 

I once lost myself in my flames 

Ever burning oily black hatred

Fueled with my hallowed life-force

Empowering my sacred vitae

Coiled into my serpent’s kiss

The serpent in me became stronger

 

 

My soul had a toll 

And the serpent left its bite

Now I feel so weak

Feel lost without the final seals mark

That was burned into my heart

As Adar agreed it to be

 

 

What is power without a fuel? 

What is energy without a purpose?

Two questions I keep asking

Each one leading a serpent onto a new path

Should I accept my curse without cause?

Or should I embrace a new path?

 

© 2009 The Mad Prophet


Author's Note

The Mad Prophet
Colors correspond a stronger meaning this time.

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Wow..This is a great poem!


"What is power without a fuel?

What is energy without a purpose?"

I like to think what fuels my power is anger...and my purpose for energy would be to serve,help,protect, and cast out. *Talking Pagan spell wise here*.

I enjoyed reading this poem, the colors intertwined into it, made it deeper.

Good job, it was a very good read :D.



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Truly writ from the soul. It pains me that we must endure so much due to our paths that we take. Either born into it, or woken to it. The road is only a figment of the imagination of the whole. There actually is no road. It's a vast plane of 'exist'. There really is no set path. Just....a direction. You blaze your own path. As we all do. I hope to meet once again in the future. Oh...and James...Crowley says Hi.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is great! I like the way that you compare hate to fuel, as I guess it really can be. Interesting concept. I like line "Feeling lost without the final seals mark" I am simply assuming this, but it made me think of the seals they put on the doors of tombs in Egypt. Nice work, thanks for sharing it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

an authentic movement of self analysis that also transcends subjective experience... a poem i could very much relate to fundamentally.... Or, perhaps the question your poem poses is does anger have to be fundamental.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow..This is a great poem!


"What is power without a fuel?

What is energy without a purpose?"

I like to think what fuels my power is anger...and my purpose for energy would be to serve,help,protect, and cast out. *Talking Pagan spell wise here*.

I enjoyed reading this poem, the colors intertwined into it, made it deeper.

Good job, it was a very good read :D.



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I always like taking the next big step through my mind. I am always trying to overcome something as simple as feelings over something. Ether it be good or bad, I try to adapt to it just to push it f.. more..

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