Wretchribution
I try, I try, a little bit of me is gone.
I try, I try, so I can belong. I try and i try,
so i can be well.
I try, dear God, why am I in hell?
I try & try to no avail,
stuck in a dungeon,
where no good can prevail.
forced to survive when I’m struck
like a leper, blemished in spirit
feeling like leather.
Trying to eek out my best form of life,
looking for hope, pleading to thrive.
jumping from one thing with the hope to improve,
then to another, while feeling my dues.
are my sins in a past life, cursing me in this?
is it too much to ask, for a pardon,
a kiss? Is it the point that surely I miss?
or is it sharp like glass, a forked tongue, a dark tryst.
Slowly onward I crawl through the mud,
pulling my body along in its blood.
dragging my corpse which is all but decayed.
seeking that water of life that I prayed.
seeking an end to this unholy tirade.
an end with no beginning, a darkness
with no shade.
I find the water of life,
I drink…Watch me rise in the tide
I drink, watch me soar , watch me glide.
i drink, pure nectar inside.
I am one with the angels now,
on Michaels horse i ride
through hell watch me trample and stride
casting darkness & demons aside.
Who are you to forsake?
one blow with my sword and Satan’s a snake.
one blow and i cut off his head
& throw it deep into the fiery lake.
no more thirst must you perpetuate.
no more sin to degenerate this neonate.
Time to sleep…