God has sinned against me
The melody of his treachery
ushered in an age of melancholia
Its synth origins echo
the pain i endure and the void
that eats away at my soul
My prayers were a waste
He slew my twin flame
and thieved the soul that remained
From my better half’s absence
spores of sadness sprung
Their parasitic nature adored
the wounds within my core
They feed from my sanity
and defile my reasoning with
their relentless egg sacks
I charge God for His crime!
He must be held accountable
and made to rectify His mistake
My kindred soul and i must
reunite within the embers
of God’s due apology
This affront against destiny
may not stand the test of time
My soulmate was mine
by decree of Fate’s promise
We were to grow old
like eden’s fruit
and rise into heaven together
These dreams were dust
swept away by His broom of
mischief and debasement
He ran from His wrongdoings
and scurried away to paradise
If I could but reach Him and ask
Why?
About the Creator
Sir Contra
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