Due Lamb

Forrest

I can rip out your flesh from the inside

Planting pomegranate seeds so far

Down into your chasm of a heart

They may send you to hell

Before I get the chance

A meek mask has fooled you

Shall my filth infect

Let yourself be ground to dust

Cry for John when

Genesis screams your name

Final judgement will hunt you down

So beg for anything

To save everything

The lamb rarely forgets

 

 

  • Author: fb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2024 19:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have some issues with religion and a teeny weeny God complex, writing about it is so great and it helps me understands my feelings surrounding it.
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 3
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  • 2781

    But forgives.

    • Forrest

      the happy ending

      • 2781

        Amen.

      • orchidee

        I have a blip - this has honestly all appeared in Greek! I know a little Greek, but may take me hours to translate. 'Translate' button did not work. Doh!

        • Forrest

          oh my, i honestly have no idea why that happened i can't speak a lick of greek. technical difficulties...

          • orchidee

            It does that sometimes - a blip gets in! lol.



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