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I've cried a thousand tears of blood
Festering hate like a hangman gallows
While Building up a mass of blood dried crud
Gazed upon by A minute gathering of Noble Hallows
The darkened demon Damien
Washed by love through light
Became a victim of his own harkened plight
The Hallows began a joyous paean.
My eyes then full of salty watery tears
No longer haunted by my darkened ill fears
White light and bright colors filled my aura
My body moving to a welcomed Hora.
In final moments of excise and ascension
Damien knew the true intention
Cast from this vessel by divine intervention
Gallows completed with no contravention
As we understand life and the cycles that be
A bad soul from a human vessel set free
The days of the cast soul no longer to see
God's light on this vessel shines for eternity.
Matthew
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About the Creator
M.g.M
Writing is my creative tool to express emotional triggers and learn to adapt and excell my personal path of healing and linguistic wordsmithing. A lot of what I write does not always make it here. Most from now on will be here.
A Leaf
not a simple leaf— great, inimitable nature. gratitude in heart. I don’t know about others, but on my walks I see fallen leaves, and each one is so attractive, so soul-stirring to me. I like them on the trees, in the air as confetti, and on the ground. It's a Brisbane Box leaf.
By Seema Patel5 days ago in Poets
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