Lamb to the slaughter
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then may He bear for me, a decree:
That I be a lamb, ready to be offered
To the skies, to reach the glory of His essence
So that I may open my silvery wings
And sparkle His abode
With the glow of love,
Filling us both with orgasmic pleasure
That shall last for eons on end!
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then, may it be that I live on this earth
Like an ever bloomed dandelion,
Going wherever His will pushes me to
Accepting even to sacrifice that which I hold on to
The most, so that my love may be proved
While I be in human form!
If the love that I hold for Him be returned to me
Then may it be that someday
After I shall be offered on the altar,
I shall look back at this world
And smile as I shall wiggle my fingers
And sprinkle upon its soils
Magical drops aimed at bringing some cure
To everything that ails it!
Existing holds no meaning and no purpose
Other than doing everything on an everday basis,
For my God and
Being a lamb, waiting to be accepted to be sacrificed
Is that which fills my rivers with purity!
For Contest:
This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Chosen Title: Lamb to the Slaughter
Date Written: 25th Jan 2025
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2025
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