Rosary Prayers

Rosary Prayers ( from The Poetry Trilogy Vol. 2, available 2/2/15 )


Ring around the Rosy,
ring around the Rosy,
ashes ashes,
we all fall down…

Ring around the Rosy,
a song about the black plague,
cleverly disguised in a thin veil,
a catchy rhyme about mass graves…

Ring around the Rosy,
put on your doctors mask,
beak stuffed with lavender,
vodka in the flask,
Ring around the rosy,
clinging to my rosary,
the past is never that far passed…

We dream,
the collective nightmares,
that have haunted us,
for centuries,

the demons,
are sceamin',
again,
as I'm dreamin',
they come in legions,
I can no longer pretend,
that they're not at my door,
they are at my door,
and they want in,
they rap repeatedly,
Angels hymns hum on a harp,
Devils drama on a violin,
I smell the demons on my doorstep,
they smell of death and decay,
of gin sin, and rotting skin,

in,
a deep sleep,
of deepening,
depression,
I can not,
deny,
my desperation,

so I pray,
as I rub my rosary beads,
I pray,
if I shine my love light bright enough,
maybe God will see,
maybe He,
will send his Angels,
down to earth to rescue me,

maybe the Angels will come,
and carry me away,
on there white feathered wings,
so I pray,

I pray,
that,
may,
be
if,
I,
pray faithfully,
an Angel will come from the Heavens,
and if they can't take me away,
maybe they'll at least lay with me,
here,
here,
on this bed of tears,
tears shed upon roses,
expressed in poses,
compiled of hopes and fears,
rosary beads,
rudra seeds,
oh God the Devil seems so near!

I can't sleep,

the demons,
are sceamin',
again,
as I'm dreamin',
they come in legions,
I can no longer pretend,
that they're not at my door,
they are at my door,
and they want in,
swimming in sin,
they reach out,
to take me under,
undertow currents making me too swim,

Oh Lord,
Oh Lord,
the Demons,
are screaming,
too loud to be ignored,
in my dreams,
their screams,
are clawing inside my head,
they sound,
like nails,
nails scratching across a chalkboard,
so I clutch my rosary,
hearing the cries of Rosemary's Baby,
in the fetal position I pray to the Lord,
please make me strong,
and prepare me for battle,
because I'm not yet ready for war,
but I haven't a chance in Hell,
the demons know me too well,
so I just clutch my rosary and pray some more.

Ring around the Rosy,
ring around the Rosy,
ashes ashes,
we all fall down…


Aaron LA Lux ( from The Poetry Trilogy Vol. 2, available 2/2/15 )


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