I will make a sweet and blessed sweep
away from the world of wretchedness
And in the exile hopefully clothe myself with holiness
There with courage I will sustain the pain of past wrongs
And the follies of heartlessness ignorance be pardoned.
I will flee in fasting twilight into the sanctuary of art
And live in the transfixing glory of heaven’s peace apart
Down in the valley of Death
Where the Demons live
Many a man has heard their call
Which has killed his soul
And at the altar where witches chant
Their dark spells out do fly
And many a man has lost his life
Bye and bye
This is the land where Demons live
Ravaging life and mind
And all the music of the universe
Is in their evil darkness cursed
This is the land where Demons live
A land of violence and crime
Covered with blood and endless tears
A land of hate and infinite fears
This is the land where Demons live
A land of war and death
Of poisoned wine from deep dark wells
And minds that live in inner Hells
This is the land where Demons live
A world of wretchedness and sin
Where dreams are all forever lost
As the wreck of their world is taken in
Each moment of this daily life
Is filled with anguish, trembling
While all around walking talking creatures
Seem untroubled and indifferent.
Am I riding on a raging river current
Oblivious to the pull of life into hell
I try to grasp the grieving branches of weeping trees
On the shore of the vulnerable and blessed
Each moment is strife in daily life
How can we survive
When even the stars seem to be falling
Into a whirlpool of wretchedness
Two scales must always be balanced,
the relationship between God
and Mankind should stand forever;
where the impetuous wind originates
there must be an indeniable force
to cause a destructive impact!
Solutions are to be found before
a catastrophe suddenly strikes,
those ignoring it are skeptical;
how ironic is their response to assume
they are completely immune to harm!
The constellations are stupendous
and amaze the stargazers
with their sheer magnificence;
can they deny they aren't
the handiwork of the Almighty?
Deplorable souls cry out of their misery
afflicted by the calamities that have
befallen them, while their embittered spirits
moan not finding comfort for their despair.
The joyful praises of the gathered believers
rise to the Heavens blazing with bright colors,
and glorifying Him for His eternal creations
they attest to the splendor of the vivid sunset.
wretchedness
a melancholy
of
misgivings,
parched of hope
circled
by
despair
crazed
shadows
upon
a
misted
moon
Sinister and ugly is how I feel
In my downtrodden hellish thoughts
That does not heal
My feelings of apathy and regrets
The driving theme’s of today
That reveals my secrets
What drives the internal in a being to become something new?
Is it the driving rain or the symbolic blessing
Called morning dew?
I have no fathom of any kind of completeness
Just the outer shell and the appearance
Of weakness
Everything feels that one accomplishment is two steps back
Never a feeling of moving forward, but just getting whacked
We are shaped into something that doesn’t know how to propel
I never knew of anything that could really excel
I do think but with no coherent and cohesive plan
Or with any endurance I just fluctuate to another land
This is the feelings that I am feeling right now
And yet, I don’t know how to believe in something else
Is it fear or complacency? Or not enough desperation?
Or maybe this is just the mean of exasperation
Glimmering moments in transparentness
Brings another day and time
For wretchedness
Numbness prevails over me,
Masking me… sending me pangs of suppression
Deadness tears its way inside of me,
Consuming me… devouring me with yanks of oppression
Darkness frowns upon me,
Dragging me down…sending me scraps of sadness
Gloominess molds me inside and out,
Chasing after me…surrendering to my wretchedness
Shadiness lurks above me and it wildly swarms,
Murdering me…scarring me with my unbroken misery
Murkiness blankets over us like troubled storms,
Shaking us up…bribing me with heaps of boundless fury
Edginess overrides me like a wraithlike form,
Misleading me…sneering at my failures and agony
Blurriness absorbs in this uncanny terrain…no sign of storm
Still, I’m withering into sand, grinding into shards of tragedy
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