I want to knock down your idols
I gave them to you I should be able to destroy them
I should be allowed to crush them with the same hammer
I used to drive the nails into Christ's
Hands
and
Feet

I want to uproot your garden
The one I planted and presented to you
Flowers of all shapes and colors I thought
You needed reminders of the ideas I once held dear
Dear enough to till in fertile soil
That have proved poisonous
Black and rotten to eyes of age
While the serpent has not found the young yet
I want to pull them out, all of them out
I need to yank them out, weeds and all
Maybe it won't be too late
To sow better seed in that growing land

The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.

Edgeless days are the hardest
to let pass you by
as you stare at all the pretty things
Just out of sight.

There sits, heavy in atmosphere,
On these days of no ends,
A timelessness
in the most tragic way.

All your toiling
begins to feel useless,
and errors make a mess of this.
Your anger - Instantly boiling

Futile barking.
Damning non-existent gods,,
And then a mocking laughing-
Since you are alone.

Because, of course,
You are alone,
Chained to the room
They're paying you to
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When the crushing
Endlessness to your day
Could be so easily been remedied
with conversation or, some play

And now those gods
are laughing.
And you wish to be alone
                     From yourself.

One, two, three,
I know we were meant to be,
Endless romance created by we.
You picked me…

Four, five, six,
My broken heart you fix,
Laughter we mix.
Our names written with sticks…

Seven, eight, nine,
Sitting together under pine,
Our love we sign.
Together we’ll be fine…

Ten,
Eternity written with a silver pen,
Never giving up we try again,
Our love stronger than any has ever been.
You are my biggest sin…

My friends,
They’re lifeless stubs,
Jutting from the ground
I can’t recall how they looked
How they sounded
As the breeze
Touched their long arms
Making them rustle and creak
I stand alone
In an area of vast emptiness
My friends, murdered before me
Chopped, slugged, and pulled down
And I am Regretfully
The only one left standing