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
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- 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
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But forgives.
the happy ending
Amen.
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!
oh my, i honestly have no idea why that happened i can't speak a lick of greek. technical difficulties...
It does that sometimes - a blip gets in! lol.
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