Stop and start A beating heart Boil my blood Burn my skin Free my ashes Hellfire within
This dead soul consumed By a vengeful world No heaven or hell Eternal purgatory Living cost So much more Than death
Strike fear Into them Make them good Because they fear Retribution Judgement will come Did you pay your dues?
Sins wrapped in shadows The darkness within Slips out the cracks Turning innocence out Guilty pleasures Everyday trangressions Just one more The promise of tomorrow Be redeemed Pray to be forgiven
False perfection Surface beauty A shining beacon Blinding saintliness A matyr to the cause By living purely Give not onto temptation
I wrote this after reading a former friend's poem "Buried Alive." This poem, as well as his other ones, can be found on beelzeblog.wordpress.com if you're interested in checking it out.
My thoughts on this is some people are "good" because they fear being bad and getting sent to hell, versus being good because they want to be good.