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Lindel · 07-09-2024, 07:01 AM

“You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin
Only you again - can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass.
Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace
For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate”

The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear
I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered – yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere.
For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God – and there was no doubt, his descendants saw
So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage.

Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber
How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed - to have it by the end of the summer
I want to ascend from rubble - my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens
Yet my soul refuses to quit-infusing with sin - denying the help from a church or a reverend.

Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist - to repent for my sins
Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within'
I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface
Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose.

Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts - that journey will give?
Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire - burning my crypt.
I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath
Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death.

Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self
The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me - as a phoenix from ash arose for my health
Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley
Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath - for he felt I deserved a finale!

Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them - face to face
For I know with you, Lord - and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace.

Seraphim's response:

We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son - the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much
May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such - and feel The Lord's tender touch.
Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber
For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him - evil, will be forever conquered.

With that, the demons have vanquished, for I feel a miraculous light in my soul
Satan retracted his menacing presence, and to see God's miracle was a sight to behold
For The Black Moon ascended, and the beautiful Horizon never looked so bright, for my destined charm raised
And thus began a miraculous journey, as I was baptized in my heart's lake.

07-09-2024, 07:01 AM	#57
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	*HEARTATTACK “You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin Only you again - can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass. Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate” The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered – yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere. For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God – and there was no doubt, his descendants saw So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage. Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed - to have it by the end of the summer I want to ascend from rubble - my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens Yet my soul refuses to quit-infusing with sin - denying the help from a church or a reverend. Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist - to repent for my sins Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within' I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose. Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts - that journey will give? Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire - burning my crypt. I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death. Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me - as a phoenix from ash arose for my health Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath - for he felt I deserved a finale! Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them - face to face For I know with you, Lord - and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace. Seraphim's response: We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son - the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such - and feel The Lord's tender touch. Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him - evil, will be forever conquered. With that, the demons have vanquished, for I feel a miraculous light in my soul Satan retracted his menacing presence, and to see God's miracle was a sight to behold For The Black Moon ascended, and the beautiful Horizon never looked so bright, for my destined charm raised And thus began a miraculous journey, as I was baptized in my heart's lake.