Serated Cacophony of the Heart

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The end of sorrow, the end of bloodied tears

Three nails to the sacred of all souls,

From hell he delivers  us,

No more shall the arrows be on me,

rusty hooks of judgement, stretching my skin for a relevance in insults

I am Lazarus, from festering tomb I shall rise…

Open the stone of the law from me, into His rest I enter

Three nails is what it took, a catalyst in crimson red….

the peace pact is forever sealed, into eternal peace we enter now

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I stand still amongst the rising of waves,

Into the centre of the furnace I reside

No man can snare me to his end

In my hands I’ve got the fire

In my breath is the sword,

Against the words of the evil one I shall cut down

For the defeat is already the nail to him,

Rise up now! For the trumpets are now a-sounding for a victory!

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Smash ‘em down! For the walls of logic bear no relevance for me!

Of loose lips that criticize… it’s a clear proof that the world is too lazy to understand

Out of Egypt we were delivered, Out of Babylon we were redeemed

From the gates of hell we were doomed to,

An obligation of despair courtesy of Adam,

it’s through the blood that all is reversed,

For this is the Word that kills all lies,

into paradise we rest to Thee,

IN SALUTATION OF BLOODIED RAZORS (Open letter to the murderers)

Yet another blow to the chest

Yet another spit to the face,

Thank you, o Judas! For your outpouring for me…

For to suffer in silence is my only reply to you,

Have you consider the abstractions, my friend?

The dimensions of feelings, that intersect in me and you?

For it is your flesh that stabs, eternal curse to your mirror

the reminder of your own cancer, the reminder of eternal Archilies heel

Why do you persecute? A discount for your wounds

festerings of silent pain that burns like acid?

of tears shed for all that’s unrealised; the eternal sorrow of all?

Does it all matter to you, friend? To bother even feeling at all….

to realise the same insect you crush, has the very blood you live

that carries all paterns Adamic, for all that makes you…you

DISPELLING SPECULATIONSHIP

Thank you for you kindness

Thank you for patience for all

To peaceful sleep I will go,

temporal rest for the journey ahead,

this path of grace that I now stride,

To guess the workings of a conversation in subjectives,

a foggied sea I ride, of bloodied feet amidst murky water,

let us sense good instead of bad,

for blue devils thrive on imaginary bullets

At least your my ally… my sister, my friend…

Forgive me for all doubts,

For on weakened knees I try to stand.