Release

 I continue to grow fonder  
Holding on much much longer
Than I should
I am such a fool
 
Blasphemy I spoke with spit and tongue-- I know
Entrapped and alone
to Him I atone
my sins of body and bone
 
Down on my knees  
I beg for release  
  from this woeful wickedness.
 
 
 
Full of regal reasons
He has the power to rip us bare
They cannot Forsaken
     the Awakened
He cannot be broken
 
d
o
w
n  
 
easily with treasons of the heathen  
He wears the crown.
 
 
 
  I continue to stare at the ground  
Crying for a sign or a sound
 to signal my final release
 
I hear the flock of birds cawing
  high in the sky, flying
symbolic to time moving, pass me
Still, I am weeping at my knees for  
 release
 
Cut by the gravel
blood seeps from the wounds
I am still on my knees
still begging for release  
Hoping it will be granted soon
 
 
 
 
Humbling myself  
kneeling and bowing  
reaping and sowing
...and Praying  
for release  
with words pure  
and genuine:
 
"Oh, please!  
Have mercy  
on my weak  
and wrenched soul
   to the Devil I have not sold
my one and only feeble soul
 
Doesn't that count?
Doesn't it count?
 
Please, release me from my Earthly temptations,
I need salvation by Your redemption"