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*RIVERSTYX
- “You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin
- Only you again can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass.
- Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace
- For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate”
- The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear
- I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered –yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere.
- For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God –and there was no doubt, his descendants saw
- So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage.
- Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber
- How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed to have it by the end of the summer
- I want to ascend from rubble my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens
- Yet my soul refuses to quit infusing with sin denying the help from a church or a reverend.
- Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist to repent for my sins
- Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within'
- I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface
- Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose.
- Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts that journey will give?
- Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire burning my crypt.
- I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath
- Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death.
- Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self
- The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me as a phoenix from ash arose for my health
- Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley
- Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath for he felt I deserved a finale!
- Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them face to face
- For I know with you, Lord and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace.
- Seraphim's response:
- We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much
- May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such and feel The Lord's tender touch.
- Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber
- For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him evil, will be forever conquered.
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