photograph by Maria Esquival, © 2009
The Peace of Sin, Part 1
It’s beautiful,
Living in the peace of sin,
Where to go,
Where to begin.
We are who we want,
We play as we please,
Infected and spreading,
Self-righteous disease.
© 2009, Jameson Freeman
06 November, 2009
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How tragic is your mortal plight-
True peace is lost without the light-
Your lies have left you truly void-
Of truth, of love-
To soul, to self-
Stop deception, there’s still time-
Before the stars will realign-
And turn your prey back on to you-
Forgiveness? not from those you slew-
You once were blessed-
How far you’ve strayed-
In too many stranger’s bed’s you’ve laid-
How tragic is your mortal plight-
To be ravaged by self-loathing blight-
Too weak for strength, too weak for love-
Too weak to find your path above-
Embrace the truth-
Embrace the light-
You’ll find no cure without a fight.
by “GIDEON”
Comment by "GIDEON" — 08 November, 2009 @ 7:35 pm |
The Peace of Sin, Part 2
No brick is laid,
Without the light.
No path is made,
Without a fight.
No truth is found,
Without a test,
Yet;
We persevere,
With loud unrest.
Our bodies yes,
Are sacrificed,
But;
In that end,
We kill our vice.
To be one at peace,
And still human,
We must prove strength,
Above all sin.
© 2009, Jameson Freeman
Comment by Jameson — 24 November, 2009 @ 1:31 am |