Confession and Sin
Deeply buried in the divine.
Saints and sins reign the world.
Chasity, veiled in prayer- set to the nunnery.
Dominance cleanses the filth in the souls- an ode to Priesthood.
God and monarchies rule the world.
Music, harmonizing arts, and the journey of life.
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Unfortunately, dystopia lingers in utopia.
Even in purity, there is infidelity.
Darkness is contagious with sickness!
Every nemesis has mischief up their sleeves.
Humans keep in their prayers and their confessions
will themselves into safety; otherwise, trapped and gone.
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Hell is not only a blazing fire
with a thousand wails and damnation!
Death and plague is in the air;
every breath is lethal.
Numerous deaths upon the cobblestone streets.
Riots and anarchy kindle the sins.
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It is not God's angst,
nor the lyre from the devil.
Adversity can live between above and below.
No one can hide from karma;
Karma has a keen eye to hunt.
No matter how much they flee, they are found.
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Misery can be a person, an animal, or a deity.
Those marked in its path have nowhere found peace.
They either accept the hideous curse or fight it;
the battles always end in defeat.
If Adam’s sin is to mortality,
so the challenge is to adversity.
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The reminders buried their sorrows deep within literacy and arts;
a mark too great to hold it within themselves.
The five wits can spread the taste of woe.
Even if they obtain good deeds, malevolence always shows.
There is no way to blame other than themselves
once they witness the destruction surrounding them.
About the Creator
Ace Melee
-Mainly a horror and fantasy writer.
-I post stories, poetry, and scripts on Vocal. My preferred audience is older teens and adults, but I can adjust for younger teens.
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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Comments (2)
Thought provoking. We were just at the Amana Colonies in Iowa where I saw a coaster with the engraving, "My kid turned out just like me. Well played, karma. Well played."
This was so dark, intense and poignant! Loved your poem!