2003-09-22 - 12:24 p.m.
the taste of life was sweet
and fettered ways seemed neat
as lurking past the toll
the errosion of my soul
snuck up on me in time,
struck the loser chime,
telling took its toll,
a stalker raped my soul
and tapped from deep within
the bubbling of my sin
a state I morphed into
iniquity's brand of glue
as genes swam in the pool
polluted by the rule
of spirits with no love
for all likeness above
but vileness injection
which doesn't pass inspection
and brings into the core
an alien force to more
of all that brings decay
it's knocking at the door
so what then can we say
we're here...
and that's a start
so dear
let me impart
the way you cannot see
the path you do not take
the narrow way could be
the one that you forsake
because you do not trust
in what you cannot touch
unless let go you must
of things which fail and such
so hold on to the rock
that saves you in the storm
the one when you're in hock
and nothing keeps you warm
the ship departs the dock
and crashes in the norm
as rivers led to loche
and mountains changed their form
on level coastal plains
dependant on the tiers
of shiting plate remains
and magma centered spheres
which ride the orbit trains
in courses that are set
on horses and their treks
like Arwen's flight they let
the magic that comes next
as riding from the Nazgul
she swiftly followed through
and entered in the chasm
to heal and to pursue
a better form of living
where other than yourself
becomes all that you're giving
to hobbit, man or elf
for who is your true neighbor?
the one who understands
that there's more to your labor
than what justice demands
it's love that is the path
that we often forsake
and hatred brings the wrath
that no mortal can take
but someone who was perfect
who happens to be all
the ever existent prospect
is the one who took the fall
so we could escape the chair
the one way trapdoor chute
the shaft of all who err:
errosion's hot pursuit
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