Revelation of Self Destruction
The darkness of the sun shall enshroud theeThe night's loving embrace shall comfort thee
Hateful words of adoration,
Loving words of malice.
Curséd blessings
And blesséd blasphemies!
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
Blesséd be the coming of darkness
And curséd be the coming of the light!
Darkness is in my eyes,
The light is forever blocked out;
Shut out.
He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
Agony shall be your friend
And comfort shall be your enemy
All the days of your life.
Thou preparest a table
before me in the presence
of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Thy cup shall be empty,
Save for the few drops of blood
Which is collected from all that is spilt
In the never-ending wars of the world
For the sake of keeping the peace,
And this is done for your sake alone.
Now, take your bloodstained flag
And depart from our presence!
Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Goodness and mercy shall stray far from thee,
All the days of thy life...
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-04-14 at 02:07
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