~Destines burned in faith~
~Destines burned in faith~
The towers crumble I
fall as I walk through,
the chard streets of Hell.
An angle sits strapped in a
cage, with Holy thoughts,
engraved out on her face.
The whipping post is full,
of fallen soul from long
ago lost in the fires of,
no faith . I watch as the pictures
of my past circle and dance,
am I caught in a wicked
vision, or wedged in a malevolence
dream that has consumed me.
Turned away at the gate
made of pearl is this my,
fortune to wear the wings
Of fate. Like a well tuned
Orchestra, I except this with
No faith and don’t look back.
It is said transgression
comes from within,
It should say wickedness, is
all there is room for within.
So should I put a bullet in
And show you what,
Happens when sin ends.
I have burnt the white
Horses of my yesteryear,
And sit tucked away as my
Essence waits to decay …..
Inkmaster
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