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Descent
One year in and cries never die
A man might change but never will cry
The horrors to which I bear witness have left me scathed and confused
As to why I was here refusing to lose
Great courage it took to rise from these ashes
The devils head in my hand The sounds of swords clashing
Long is the hill Onto which I must ascend
To get out of this place that never ends
Anger and greed of souls long forgotten
Waiting to be freed Forever begotten
Two years in and not a light I have seen
Other then fires that burn through a mans deep soul
Always in anguish never in control
Raw and filthy are a mans thoughts today
For he will never understand the beautiful
way
In the hopes to succeed I must free myself from sin
Abolish the mystery and peak within
The flicker of light catches my eye
At last the sun is blazing high
From the pit I emerged a man with control
Over his own fate, forget the scroll
We are what we make and forever create
A beautiful human forever in grace.
A man might change but never will cry
The horrors to which I bear witness have left me scathed and confused
As to why I was here refusing to lose
Great courage it took to rise from these ashes
The devils head in my hand The sounds of swords clashing
Long is the hill Onto which I must ascend
To get out of this place that never ends
Anger and greed of souls long forgotten
Waiting to be freed Forever begotten
Two years in and not a light I have seen
Other then fires that burn through a mans deep soul
Always in anguish never in control
Raw and filthy are a mans thoughts today
For he will never understand the beautiful
way
In the hopes to succeed I must free myself from sin
Abolish the mystery and peak within
The flicker of light catches my eye
At last the sun is blazing high
From the pit I emerged a man with control
Over his own fate, forget the scroll
We are what we make and forever create
A beautiful human forever in grace.
Published 29th Oct 2010
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29th Oct 2010 5:19am
The agony is apparent throughout the whole poem, the emotions are raw and it reminds me of The Divine Comedy, how it's sort of a narrative standpoint of a hell or hellish situation. :D Loves it. Come check out my shiz if you wish, I will be following you now. ;) Great job!
29th Oct 2010 6:28pm
Hey, thanks a ton i actually wrote this poem an hour after i finished Dantes Inferno (The Game) I read the book as well and it was kinda what i was going for Didnt think i did that great of a job this is the first poem i ever wrote. Your comment just gave me the confidence i needed thanks and i will for sure check out your stuff :)
1st Nov 2010 2:06am
Holy shit! There's a game?! Why don't I know about this?! Lol, I love video games and this is a shock. :) Yeah, you're awesome, deal with it. :P
1st Nov 2010 1:48am
