Jun 2011
Forgotten in a hell
begotten within the
confines of my own
depraved imagination
Will there be no end to
time spent wasting away
in the shadow of Babylon’s
polluted shore?
A poor, condemned wretch
wandering this wasteland
devoid of the prospect
of Heaven's divine
redemption.
I'm naught but a reflection
of the vanity I embraced
in a lifetime of dismal
remembrances.
The mercy of perdition's
flame would be a welcome
alternative to wandering
endlessly in this darkness
fashioned by my own
hand.
begotten within the
confines of my own
depraved imagination
Will there be no end to
time spent wasting away
in the shadow of Babylon’s
polluted shore?
A poor, condemned wretch
wandering this wasteland
devoid of the prospect
of Heaven's divine
redemption.
I'm naught but a reflection
of the vanity I embraced
in a lifetime of dismal
remembrances.
The mercy of perdition's
flame would be a welcome
alternative to wandering
endlessly in this darkness
fashioned by my own
hand.
Don't know where this one came from. Was just thinking of the legend of Longinus, the Roman centurion cursed to forever wander the earth after stabbing Jesus in the side at the crucifixion, and this sort of wrote itself.
