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[plastic rosary] - Chapter 1
[plastic rosary]
by .sepher.shel.zahav.
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Published on Jan 27, 2008 10:23 pm / 1 Chapter(s) / 0 Review(s)
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[One of my many religious pieces.]
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I go where angels dare not tread to a place crawling with the walking dead minds astray and hearts devoured promised all and nothing offered just another hell with no water to cool their scorched tongues far from the light of the Father blasts of fire make me tire and I loose the path to the gates where they say my eternity awaits so what do I confess for? I've never sinned before it wasn't me but a serpent coiled in a tree he had scales and offered me fruit offered me the spoils and the loot knowledge and wisdom beyond all until I heard Him call I moved away from the snake in the tree and have suffered the sentence given unto me tell me, father what's so holy about the water? is that power not G-d's alone? for that blasphemy, you refuse to atone and some book on a shelf gets to dictate if I can touch myself or whom I lie with oh, how your loyalties shift denying me pleasure claiming chasity is some treasure rotating contradictions unreasonable restrictions make me doubt all you have put out to be the undeniable word forged from a sword that put down the supposed lies of all that was impure in your eyes so high up in your clouds you cannot see the shrouds of death that cover your people and hover over like temptations that counteract their limitations trapped in the webs and layers of the deceit you've spun and it caters to the horror building in your heart when you realize that it's about to start can you tell me what it is I'm supposed to confess for? I am not the man of G-d who renders children to the floor to wrestle away their clothes and the layers of their sanity call me a sinner but when you stand at the gates of judgement you will remember me and all the words that I have spoken here so hold them close, hold them dear for the hour approaches and closes in when the light will die and all of your sin will become the truth and all the proof we will ever need every word, every deed an angel of G-d is what I am and I have come to tell you that your time is at hand ticking away without a care so with you I must share the message that I have been given and hope that you have listened now return to your pew and count the beads on your little plastic rosary ask your virgin of stone for a blessed rest either way, you have failed the test your cries are in vain, out of fear but do not worry, I won't leave you here in the end, when it's your time I will come to make you mine and I will take you to a place where angels do not tread to a place seeping with the tormented dead minds torn and hearts overpowered by what was promised and never offered just another land void of all hope and visions of knotted rope tied and swinging in the breeze ruled by that serpant in the trees the blasts of fire will make you tire run quickly as I close the gates your eternity, your fate |
