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IMMACULATE SCORN
I
Wait
On a sacrificial altar
As a being so altered
From what I began as
Re
Made
Inside an industrial vault
With all of the chained pulled taut
I'm pushing through the ash
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
God
Lives
Inside an immaculate tomb
Built by sins of me and you
That's fallen to ruin
Hell
Has
No wrath like penultimate scorn
Deathly prone broken on thorns
I cannot be human
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
YOU - the unloving
YOU - the undeserving
The primeval waters churn to swallow YOU
YOU - the unloving
YOU - the undeserving
The primeval waters churn to swallow YOU
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
Wait
On a sacrificial altar
As a being so altered
From what I began as
Re
Made
Inside an industrial vault
With all of the chained pulled taut
I'm pushing through the ash
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
God
Lives
Inside an immaculate tomb
Built by sins of me and you
That's fallen to ruin
Hell
Has
No wrath like penultimate scorn
Deathly prone broken on thorns
I cannot be human
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
YOU - the unloving
YOU - the undeserving
The primeval waters churn to swallow YOU
YOU - the unloving
YOU - the undeserving
The primeval waters churn to swallow YOU
pieces of stone in my obsidian heart
grinding together ripping apart
a nameless virus on the zenith
pisces of bone inside an infernal spark
burning together as we depart
What can I be?
What to become?
When I'm not like you
How can I be?
How to become?
Because I'm not like you
Published 18th May 2021
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© 2021 Frank Green
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19th May 2021 1:30am
There are several metaphors you touched upon my poet, I did read some of the elements within your piece forecasting the signs of time from the pandemic, politics my poet. I am reminded to take everyone's mind at face value. Does the mind tailored to be the overseer of the dark, ever commit to understanding the ideology of the light. The Christianity, Roman, Jewish, Muslim, theology. There is darkness in all things possible that the human naked eye can witness to come up with its own interpretation, or denounce that theory as just being a mental chaotic moment. A very informative write, the repetitiveness sealed the deal
