For Jehovah our God hath put us to silence

Candlelight

The knot as it curls, it turns bigger in spiral

I must lose it up so it strangles me less

The hands from the eyes that turned red on the flesh

In darkness they dance, satanic rituals and heists

The devil has reached me in its purest shape 

Desires from men who get off to my pain

There's unbalance in strength, if they kill and I pray

He wants more than he stole from the already worn

He wants more than the guts and the cells he just broke

So he goes and gets more 

God allowed it, I choke

And one lung has given up under the pressure of his lust

And the cortex turned hot on the floor, cold like the snow

Screaming mindlessly in silence, wrinkled fingers inflict violence

There wasn't a soul to justify dusk

If my body must be cause of sin, let it burn

One hundred's a lot to the time it went on

He wanted much more, he's acing this kill

The murder of God and the loss of sanctity

As his heresy spreaded in sickening heat

My skin has been stained with the venom of hell

For the rest of time, the lie will be mine

For the rest of time, I lie buried alive

  • Author: M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2025 23:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem that works its way through the beliefs of a religious mind. It feels dark and ominous. Well written

  • orchidee

    Ahh, a bad hair day there? Buried alive. OK there?! heehee.



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