Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?
I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.
For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.
Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?
Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.
Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.
Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.
Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.
Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.
Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?
I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.
For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.
Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?
Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.
Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.
Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.
Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.
Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.
Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
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