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Array ( [sid] => 125389 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Shattered Soul [time] => 2006-09-06 15:15:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Church bells toll glorious, and true
violent chills race up over a spine.
‘Tis a man, a sinner, unruly, and rude
the holy father he may never find.
No wisdom held in high regard
no upright walk, but wicked way.
Tattered from his death, posing as birth
is but his entrance to hells doorway.

From the beginning of birth, decaying
deterred from the righteous tongue.
Marching onward bent on living, but
falling backward off the ladders rung.
A ghostly pale covers him whole...
darkened circles underneath his eyes.
So tired of losing every war, left
wearing this seasoned guise.

Never knowing joy in life, burned
over the righteous coals of God.
Wanton, weary, wicked from womb
he is a spawn of Satan’s rod.
Whore to evil, to Lucifer true, his mother
the woman that paved his way.
Forced to live with without caring eyes
his mind hardened with evil sway.

The church bell tolls its holy tune.
'Tis this man that hell has wrought.
God is calling a shattered soul, to save
but his deafened ears hear not.
A desperate call to salvations grace
is shrugged off with an angry sigh!
Wanton, weary, wicked, and lost,
Yet, the father he will always deny. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => TwistedCage [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Shattered Soul

Contributed by TwistedCage on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 03:15:47 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Church bells toll glorious, and true
violent chills race up over a spine.
‘Tis a man, a sinner, unruly, and rude
the holy father he may never find.
No wisdom held in high regard
no upright walk, but wicked way.
Tattered from his death, posing as birth
is but his entrance to hells doorway.

From the beginning of birth, decaying
deterred from the righteous tongue.
Marching onward bent on living, but
falling backward off the ladders rung.
A ghostly pale covers him whole...
darkened circles underneath his eyes.
So tired of losing every war, left
wearing this seasoned guise.

Never knowing joy in life, burned
over the righteous coals of God.
Wanton, weary, wicked from womb
he is a spawn of Satan’s rod.
Whore to evil, to Lucifer true, his mother
the woman that paved his way.
Forced to live with without caring eyes
his mind hardened with evil sway.

The church bell tolls its holy tune.
'Tis this man that hell has wrought.
God is calling a shattered soul, to save
but his deafened ears hear not.
A desperate call to salvations grace
is shrugged off with an angry sigh!
Wanton, weary, wicked, and lost,
Yet, the father he will always deny.




Copyright © TwistedCage ... [ 2006-09-06 15:15:47]
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Re: Shattered Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by Uncertain_Oblivion on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 11:50:21 AM AEST
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This was really dark and devient, in some small way, it's almost Faustian, except without the lovers.

I really love this. The flow was smoothe and the entire write was enticing.

I've decided to write a Faust based poem...just because you inspired me to do so.

*hugs* ~Rhi


Re: Shattered Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by StormyNites on Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 03:49:46 AM AEST
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You have a tremendous talent for putting someone right into your poems...to make them really feel it. I so look forward to reading your poems ,dark or not..one cant help but appreciate these work of arts. I really hope that others , like I..go back and read all your poetry and just see how gifted you truly are. Huggss




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