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Post by redeemer143 on Aug 2, 2007 1:07:56 GMT -5
All around the world fails
Humans propagate like rodents
And spread repugnance and disease
What do I fight for?
The once pure air
Now brings death
Worse than the sulfurs of Hell
“Embrace and inhale the corruption”
This delicate form feels death press heavily on it
And I, inside, am scratching to be liberated
For my wings to unfold
To finally ascend home
Yet now is not my time to go
I must help these despondent creatures
There are times I resolve to renounce my promise
But a smile upon a child’s face changes me
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Post by sachael on Oct 16, 2007 18:21:34 GMT -5
*reads this and cries* omg this is sooooo beautiful... wonderful work, absolutely wonderful  |
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Post by redeemer143 on Oct 16, 2007 19:44:36 GMT -5
Thank you very much.
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Shade
Dark Angel
the Golden Guardian
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Post by Shade on Oct 16, 2007 23:40:46 GMT -5
That almost sums it up. Nicely written. Sometimes I wish this world was like it was supposed to be.  |
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Post by redeemer143 on Oct 17, 2007 18:38:29 GMT -5
I know, it is sad. However, despite the current "mood" of the world today, everything has its reasons. Love and happiness would have no meaning to us, if there was no hate and sadness. Strange, but true.
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Post by non-sequitur aeon on Oct 17, 2007 21:32:50 GMT -5
great poem, concise though passionate still....a few questions
"the once pure air...now brings death" what corruption are you referring to later on, or what do you personally blame for such?
you answered your own question of what you fight for in the last line....in what ways do you fight and could you elaborate?
again, i love the work..simple yet eloquent vernacular with an overlying theme in form of question, an internal conflict with simple means....i'm only left wondering to what ends?
from me, analysis is the highest form of flatterly lol....great job, i can certainly resonate
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Post by redeemer143 on Oct 19, 2007 3:53:15 GMT -5
Interesting questions. Well, let me see... "the once pure air.. now brings death" I speak of the literal sense of the air, the destruction and corruption of the earth itself, by man-kinds hands. It is one of the many amazing things the Creator gave to them and yet they abuse it. The ways in which I fight?... Well, I couldn't consider it to be "fighting" in the physical sense, but in the "angel on the shoulder" sense, of those I know and/or commune with at all. I show them my soul, show them for what I am without saying what I am. I try to show them the light of our creator, and attempt to guide them away from hate and what not. I see so much potential in the human soul, but they tend not to show it often. It's kinda like the student that you know is very smart, but keeps failing all of their classes. And last but not least, "to what ends?" ....I'm not sure. I find that in my dealings with humans in everyday situations, I feel... poisoned. It makes me sick. I wanna give up on them all, and call it a day. I can't though, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it is my love for the Creator, or my want to stand by my husband's side in all of this. I am unsure. I feel a strong calling from both sides of this heavenly war. I find it difficult to hate and love our fallen brethren... Actually, thats just it. I don't hate them at all. I love them even more deeply, because I pity them for not being in favor of our Creator... our Father. I just want everything to be right again. But I know that the time will come, and I cannot make it get here any faster. Though I very much wish I could. Every time I get to this point... this thought process, I feel as though my heart were being ripped from my chest. It is agonizing. And I don't know how to stop it.... |
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