I smelled the air laced with blood
and something rotten.
God from the depths,
are you still here, or have you forgotten?
Burnt flesh lingers
the hallways to this place of devotion.
Kneeling before the altar,
aching joints, ****** knees stilled in motion.
I have longed for forgiveness,
for my sins, and the sins of my kin and flesh,
Yet the devil still plagues my dreams
with nightmares wrapped in satin mesh.
Nightmares about, instead of my offerings burning,
it is I bathing in the fires of hell,
doused in mourning.
Is my pain, worship, and desperation
not enough to obtain salvation?
Is it even real, or just a product of
false prophets and their imagination?
Why let my offerings enter this golden tabernacle,
when you are never inclined to bestow
me my long-awaited miracle?
- N.V. 🥀
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
I smelled the air laced with blood
and something rotten.
God from the depths,
are you still here, or have you forgotten?
Burnt flesh lingers
the hallways to this place of devotion.
Kneeling before the altar,
aching joints, ****** knees stilled in motion.
I have longed for forgiveness,
for my sins, and the sins of my kin and flesh,
Yet the devil still plagues my dreams
with nightmares wrapped in satin mesh.
Nightmares about, instead of my offerings burning,
it is I bathing in the fires of hell,
doused in mourning.
Is my pain, worship, and desperation
not enough to obtain salvation?
Is it even real, or just a product of
false prophets and their imagination?
Why let my offerings enter this golden tabernacle,
when you are never inclined to bestow
me my long-awaited miracle?
- N.V. 🥀
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