Priest
Contributed by
thepos
on
Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 12:54:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Walked away,
In disgrace.
All these memories,
I can't erase.
Watched a man,
He was blind.
Death cuaght him,
From behind.
All these lies,
I cannot hide,
I just wait,
For angels to collide.
I watched a priest,
End his life.
Put his heart,
To a knife.
His holy blood,
His holy dread.
Even the holy,
Can be dead.
His sorrow fell,
And he cried.
He layed down,
And went his pride.
I hardly noticed,
What I should.
Why am I,
Misunderstood.
A holy man,
Now so profane.
The blessed priest,
Was now slain.
I can't deny,
What I must.
I just looked away,
All in disgust.
Bleeding thoughts,
Of dismay.
The floor of hell,
He must lay.
The devil's deed,
Brought to his soul.
Why must hate,
Be in control?
The religious man's,
Life was wished farewell.
Now his soul,
Will burn in hell.
He's well aware,
Of his sins.
The end of the world,
Now begins.
Now he's dead,
In despair.
I could tell,
Death's in the air.
A holy priest,
Now forever cursed.
Things have grown to bad,
Then to worse.
I felt his pain,
So insecure.
How am I,
Supposed to endure?
Another life,
I couldn't save.
Now he was to rot,
In a grave.
--Evan L.--
http://thepoemsofsorrow.com
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