You're my first , my end and my beginning.
The climax and anti-climax in my stories .
The adjective in my life , adding a bit of spice .
The adverb that alters my actions .
The verb to my plays , always willing to act them .
The noun that gives personality to my soul.
Wether abstract or personal.
You made start using collective for us , because I was no longer one .
The idiom of the day , always so complex to figure out , you're figurative ways leave so much room for doubt.
You're the pun of the year , the joke that keeps me in laughter , a cowards shield from thier own fears .
My mother can only describe you using words of hatred , anything nice has an undertone of malice and anger which she keeps under wraps in fear you'll hear her .
If you were hell , I'd be in heaven .
We've always been on different levels.
The Damned nation ever-growing .
The seeds being planted , they need to be uprooted .
This disease between us is deadly ,
My gate to heaven narrowing , yet the gates to hell widen , always welcome to the demons .
They sing and celebrate, the righteous cry and count their days .
Times of sorrow are many , yet Ecclesiastics talks of better days .
Romans is our great renewal,
Genesis our resentful fall and beginning,
Revelations a prophesied ending to mankind strife .
Judgement day is near , the trumpets will bellow .
The kings second coming ,
Your beasts ravaging those near and bearing your mark .
The devil's compass , covering all of Earth ,
Will we question our past in the day of judgement which will come for us in our present.
Can we dare to question?
Abraham , for his unfaithful belief yet unwielding obedience,
David for his infidelity , the succumbing of lust , and proof he is more man than spirit ?
Perhaps Solomon whose heart was half .
Succumbed to madness , his spirit shrouded in evil .
Everywhere a great man walked , is marked by spiritual footprints .
Their ire for the flesh and love for the spirit .
Leaving marks that run deeper than the shallowness of man's feet into the Earth.
The before me stands proud ,
They're intentions to kill , steal and destro made obvious.
They beg no more , standing proud , whilst men cry at their feet in greed .
The souls left in their wake ,
Unfortunate to have met their wrath when crossing paths .
We are temples of the Lord ,
Built to lift his name and worship in awe.
Rotten are man , who are clouded with greed and drip of envy ,
Judgement , a firm law for the heart and brain ,
Unconditional love a vivid dream of today .
Suffering is natural and not detrimental to human nature .
Humans have both a conscious, tolerable for pain yet adverse to the pain of the spirit.
Material wealth has overcome our need for the riches in which the spirit holds .
One tangible .
The other intangible.
One short termed .
The other everlasting.
The Damned ,
A name worthy of them with no care and heart for those blessed with less .
You see ,
The voyage of the sinners is one so simple yet difficult.
Minds ridden with thoughts impure to spirit.
A corrosion of the spirit , advocated by the flesh .
For all which I've done , I fear judgement.
Not of God but my brethren beside me .
This concludes my poem for the damned .
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