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10 November 2008 @ 02:31 am
The God-Child

I ask for the strength
To carry me on, through the passes
Of the tasks that lay ever before me.
The wisdom beseeches me to lay down
The rage that threatens to overwhelm
All good reason when confronting
The iniquities inherent in not seeing
My own destruction is my only true
Salvation, for what else is there
If not for the touch of a woman?
But do I strive for justice
Or do I walk for just us, results
Vary please come again and slip away,
Fade away from the touch of my mind.
Is it all killing me when I step
Into the light? Forsaken where
Down the mountain go I, tumbling
Breath deep and petrify, for when
I reach the bottom, for when the bullets
Stop, will I find that which is seeking
My soul denied the whispers others hear
When the storm approaches raining
Forget-me-nots, and now the unwary
Will perceive those of us who wander,
Those of us who are lost forever,
Prone to danger, damned to failure,
Drowned in sorrow and burned with anger,
Those who loved you, those who fought you,
And those who were despised inside you,
Us with no names, we without the call,
Those of us who never die until you do,
All of us, every soul, all us children
Whom the gods forgot.

imprimatur in articulo mortis
Dr.MudHutresplendentape on May 16th, 2009 08:59 am (UTC)
I believe that that strength is our inheritance and right. Nice poem. I really enjoyed it.
The short-n-curly on the bar soap of your life.childeofloki on May 17th, 2009 12:00 am (UTC)
Thank you.