Hell Bent (Part I)
Once upon a time…or was it a nursery rhyme…
A fable to unveil the hidden mysteries of this life
Good Intent met with me
In the realm of my uncertainty
Proposing a theory built on peace, love, and mercy
And all it would cost is everything
I remember the day the rains came
When the deep cold gray took the place of the sun and all her rays
Just after I erased the colors of my sunrise sky
That I could blend with the earth tones until I muddied my shine
To right the wrongs I was told were growing on my insides
I remember hearing the judgment call sound from the lower depths
Echo through the underground caverns in the land of Good Intent
Through a makeshift spirit door
I crept in like all the rest
To lay my soul down upon the alter floor
Where I impaled myself upon the Theory's sword
Sorrow flows like a river as the Theory becomes my undertow
Washing out all the colors from my soul
They call this clean
My faith lying in pieces on the alter floor
They call this peace
Hopelessness moves my lips to form questions
They call this heresy
All the while, Good Intent sings a sweet and bitter song
About a lost and fallen soul that refused to keep holding on…
Crawling upon calloused knees and fractured hands
Bloody lips whisper my pledge to return when I can walk again
As I leave the sacred alter floor
Good Intent vows to wage a spirit war
Against my soul now so muddy, dark and deformed
Cowering beneath the weight of their judgment
I creep out the Theory's spirit door
Hell bent
poem by God Diaries
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