A Feeble Life
It constantly drips, tormenting me in the night
I wonder if it will be me next, I live in fright
The instruments flashed before me plague my future
As others leave their reminders of screams due to torture
In a rusted box I spend my life
I’ve lost all my right fingers to the knife
The rats get to my food before I can move
With my weakest energy, I try to discourage them but I loose
No sight of daylight, no sign of God
Left here to die, my body rots like an old log
Three taps on the bars, my time to go
To release my pain slowly down below
Down a flight of stairs they drag my helpless body
They nail me to a cross in the back of a lobby
With instruments rusted, dull and old
They pierce my skin with the sharpness of the cold
Now I constantly drip, tormenting others in the night
Will they be next, of course, live in fright
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Judgment Day
Ripped from the right of The Father and my soul
To pledge forgiveness before the toll
It has been dormant, relishing in its thoughts
Lingering on dreams that memories do mock
To plague the world with its unbound power
It will at you pick gingerly, until you cower
It holds no mercy on the innocent mind
Has no emotion, but announces its kind
Tampering with the body, the senses, taking control
Wandering your life, his many secrets are told
The unconscious; demon diseased
With unleashed horror, he is pleased
No salvation, as it lurks the world, help
Beheading my dignity, no cries, nor yelps
His abandonment of God, as he pushed us down
To the living hell strengthening all around
Pondering the scarce thought of faith, hope and purity
In a world of hate, driven by mutiny
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