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Debris Of My Soul, Of My Dreams Fading...

shattered

torn asunder

in the maelstrom

the churning

of colliding seas

how we

were tsunamis

cast from foreign worlds

towering o'er star-crossed shores

devouring civilizations

those were my dreams

 

and there

with light eclipsing the sun

were angels

whilst God commanded

who should be saved

and who would meet

their end

by the maws

of the surging grave

the tides if death

the vengeance we partook o'er evil

to sap the fires

of the cannibals' cauldrons

of the wicked witches' works

of the devil's deed scouring the lands of innocence

tilling world for harvests of souls

God warred with fury

with wrath untold

with heaven's war cries raging, bold

I saw the towers

fall as dominoes

shrieks of villainy

soups of human flesh spilled,

feasts ruined in droves

and I ne'er wept so poorly

ne'er kissed the ground so humbly

watching the world overturned in its savagery

by change so indomitable

by goodness so gracious

 

but I had

as all children do

given up my dreams

of being heroic

of being a champion

for justice

was God's alone

 

I gave up my visions

of power unassailable

of justice that trounces reprisal

of vengeance beyond sin,

I gave it all up to God

to a victor

who is more

than a conqueror

to a being

who is love incarnate

whose surrender

is destruction loosed upon the wicked

whose mercy

touches only those who art cleansed

of their murderous hearts

and their chaotic whims

 

I gave up my power

to the redeemer of all who art redeemed

and to the devils I say,

woe betide those who consort

with the fallen one

whose days shall no longer be numbered

when the gates of damnation

close in upon him

and open again

no longer...

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Written by
DEW
35 / M
Published
Aug 23, 2024
Lines·Words
73·291
Notes

My dreams of salvation from the hell we are making of our worlds and our lives...

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