Scum
Across sands of time,
Blood after blood; ages drink,
Silently … life treads –
Across realms of sunk flesh,
To end in earth, wind, and fire.
Morals of Eras,
Froth forth from thrones of rapture,
Blind rage becomes it –
Sweet hypocrisy, chosen!
Prostrate, heaven-bound, hell-bent.
Sword scum, cosmic dung,
Seductive wind breath knowledge,
The race raised then razed,
Banishment to toil forever,
Entrapment eternally.
Immaculately,
Heaven’s blood, the cleansing tide,
Advocate’s pardon,
Yet that churning desire,
Confounds that bruised, heartless mind.
Copyright © Joshua Ryngksai | Year Posted 2019
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