Remember My Prayer (Angel of Sadness)
We the people of this forsaken garden
As one, as a whole, as separate individuals
Have been chosen, among the few
Subtracted from the many
As I stand now, I shall be received
And you shall witness
What these days will become
The truth in trials, that everyman reveals
Have you forgotten we lost souls?
P.S. It shall all be over soon
I do not want your bread
I shall not drink your water
If offered I will not accept you sympathy
I do not come for your young
Your dying or those innocent by standers
Be not fearful, for I come not in vengeance
I do not wish you to frown
These mysteries of deception
Simple task that every man shall embrace
Again, have you forgotten your lost saints?
P.S. it will all be over soon
This mischief is not what you have learned
Through patterns of our failing days
Consequences of nightmares
I present this unknown behavior
This reality that you define as happiness
I am overjoyed
Still I object
It is the misery of your savior given twice
Carry this whisper
And you will speak of it later
It seems you have forgotten we lost souls
P.S. it will all be over soon
Though we each appear to be deaf
You will abide by a higher existence
If not death, then until life does us well
And as I march
Continuously against every odd I embark
I ask that you, dwell in our presence
As I will flower on the ever of a new dawn
I ask you to read
For it will all be over soon
Sincerely your forgotten saint
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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