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wolven7These from 09.12.02:
How, Evil?
Were I to dissect my nature,
would i find, there,
a penchant for evil?
In the study of the self
we find many
unreconciled truths,
and those truths can often
hurt those we love.
I can curdle your soul
with the things that i know,
or i can melt your heart
with the songs that i sing.
You haven't yet heard
the Seraphim Scream,
and you haven't yet seen
the songs that Create,
But when it comes to a point,
and all's said and done,
the Truths to be reconciled are these:
With your Dogma, I live,
But in your Evil, I am God.
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved
This from Today:
Of Love and Loss
Truth is gone.
It flushed Trust down the toilet;
a used condom, removing deceitful
seed.
The Truth is coming.
It's thrashing and bucking,
in your arms, cutting you
with its kisses.
Truth is here.
It's knocking on your door,
making no excuses for itself, though you'd like it
to dress up.
The Truth is on its way.
You called it over, to show itself to you.
(It must have looked so tantalizing,
from far away...)
There's the Truth:
Wearing spikes and chains;
blazing black, and dark effulgence.
Isn't it Beautiful?
[We've lost what it means to Be True.
Handing ourselves, one statement at a time,
to an unrelenting, all disclosing Force.
You may lose some people, yes,
But what did you think they meant by
"And the Truth shall make ye Free."?
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
And, with that said, i'll be back, later, to comment, or, perhaps, to simply ramble until i get bored, again. *Licks* and Justice, for all.
Ta ta
How, Evil?
Were I to dissect my nature,
would i find, there,
a penchant for evil?
In the study of the self
we find many
unreconciled truths,
and those truths can often
hurt those we love.
I can curdle your soul
with the things that i know,
or i can melt your heart
with the songs that i sing.
You haven't yet heard
the Seraphim Scream,
and you haven't yet seen
the songs that Create,
But when it comes to a point,
and all's said and done,
the Truths to be reconciled are these:
With your Dogma, I live,
But in your Evil, I am God.
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved
Forming meter line
Loving the act of Making.
What room for Belief?
This from Today:
Of Love and Loss
Truth is gone.
It flushed Trust down the toilet;
a used condom, removing deceitful
seed.
The Truth is coming.
It's thrashing and bucking,
in your arms, cutting you
with its kisses.
Truth is here.
It's knocking on your door,
making no excuses for itself, though you'd like it
to dress up.
The Truth is on its way.
You called it over, to show itself to you.
(It must have looked so tantalizing,
from far away...)
There's the Truth:
Wearing spikes and chains;
blazing black, and dark effulgence.
Isn't it Beautiful?
[We've lost what it means to Be True.
Handing ourselves, one statement at a time,
to an unrelenting, all disclosing Force.
You may lose some people, yes,
But what did you think they meant by
"And the Truth shall make ye Free."?
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
And, with that said, i'll be back, later, to comment, or, perhaps, to simply ramble until i get bored, again. *Licks* and Justice, for all.
Ta ta
