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The Fallen
“The Fallen” Remote, he sees himself in the reflection of cold close yet distant shop windows, his final journey along the Hard Time Road walking alone, unforgiven, no home for the rest of his natural life a million knives embedded impeding words wrapped around him all bleeding lacerated unseen, invisible to all are his criminal soul's bones, faux alibis now hairline receding, the judging self-righteous sit on their untarnished thrones unblemished and Nicene Creeding Vacant eyes Vacant smiles, no interest in past history, "What of his childhood? Look at mine!", forgotten all the other children burnt, buried now characters in a sad, dark rhyme; they too come from hungry homes some where normal stepped well and truly in madness well out of regular time... This time, no jury kangaroos all skip merrily home, here begins the Forgotten buried by judge - there was never no time for blue gumming jury over in under a day banged in a bus he's crucified carried away Meanwhile, The Remnants, sit in another State, gutted and ruined dying far far far away day after never-ending bleeding never-ending days is their true purpose for once the judges and all flying monkeys off course Assizes all sitting on perch the alienated seeking are sought to remit what is best in their understanding of what is the best; intelligence, a pallid behest for an ordinary magpie choking on bad apple worms - in this instance, they all forget for once their own past, their own secrets waived and like complacent cows fed green as green grass they judiciously self-warranting grin cat-o-nine-tails are brought forth to begin eternally flaying him, while in his caved in mind he repeats over and over again, when he was a child who flayed the real Jinn? Well, Where it all began, It begins... Ignorantly they pass his childhood, and remark, "he is a bad apple, rotten to the core, let's begin..." With their salt infused best barbed wire, they forget his childhood, he has sinned they lay the tinder, spread the fuel... the Witch Hunt ends, the match is lit, light the fire let death begin Time is served in his dead heart and mind another locked cell, his fast melting mad mind His thoughts, the screaming quite voice inside his mind, without hesitation agree - he deserves to be forgotten for all time, from turned backs well shuttered closed eyes, He is a fallen pariah to those in his lost world, family thread bare, his friends now all his enemy ignore him, or with sarcastic glee throw their stones damn him to hell’s fire for all of eternity he burns in his own hell daily he sets light to his own funeral pyre A call quietly whispered now and again when he's want to listen to the voice peeling through other dimension, a glass onion, there a ghost of an adult holds a child in lost time, forgives the present, others like this wraith would n'ere be so forgiving- forgiveness by those holding stones crimson is never granted, Hell is a hell of a business - maybe some give for a while, then later their forgiveness is cruelly retracted but the phantom caller’s not “others” the caller thinks lateral yet decent to a turned back in the mirror to forgive now, he must have his Freedom - Let the caller now complete this: Perhaps Love is a recidivist We, the Lost are all near it, We, the Lost are all missing it For in truth "We" are all "ONE", human - surely, "I AM" is in all of us, - I want - - I will - - I Am - - No, I will never fall? - I will never fail you... "The Fallen" surely are "The Called", the ones the Lion is calling? as He walks bleeding barefoot towards them Legions of Angels he’s leading to gather The Called to hold close with ALL of his strength with ALL of his LOVE with the strongest of ALL his Prayers to remove all the dark nights from Past’s imprint from all Lost Souls that are bleeding? He makes clean pages of all of their stories’ sad footprints to walk with Him through the gates after walking The Road to all of those stairs God is in all of us surely He holds Black Ball He holds White Ball Surely The Fallen are The Called the ones The Lion is calling? to be blessed, forgiven and adored, to be forgiven with the power of Love no longer black balled... According to the riches of His grace The Fallen The Called (LadyLabyrinth/2019) "lux vitae" for the ones with tears in their heart, for the ones with tears in their eyes "Surely, the Reader, is the writer of their own story and we are all kept in cages until our muse is let loose." “The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God - if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That's what I think.” We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.” You can't forgive without loving. And I don't mean sentimentality. I don't mean mush. I mean having enough courage to stand up and say, 'I forgive. I'm finished with it.” “Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.” “Sweet Mercy is nobility’s true badge” 2 Corinthians 2:10 (NIV) Romans 3:23 (NIV) Mark 11:25 (NIV) Proverbs 3:56 (NIV) James 5:16 (NIV) Revelation 1:1-20 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV) "AMOR VINCIT OMNIA" “I’m Right Behind You”/Michal Smorawinski Ivan Torrent - Lux Imperia
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