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The Interrogation (FROM THE ALBUM DARQ)

 
Falling on the sword    
I plead a former ignorance    
Seeking restitution after the integrity of my heart    
What deliberation finds me fallible beyond the means to repent?    
    
In states of bewitched confusion    
I live with bets placed on hopes confession    
Yet wrestle in my heart with the condemnation of a thoughts obsession    
    
Speaking an idle word to face a disenchanted fear    
Foolish as I was to utter what in mind my spirit grieved could hear    
Yet I would not that my conscience would go numb and thusly sear    
When called up on my last day oh Lord where will I appear?    
    
Is to have known still to know?    
Praying love goes beyond a memory    
Yet impossible as it were    
Should apostasy conceive    
When hearts betrothed to their committed sins deny and lose the will to believe    
    
Deconstructing to restructure the many false doctrines that arise    
As false prophets turn profits off of the book they read through the lens of their own lies    
    
So quick to assume that another’s perspective is in error    
Blind to our own logs lodged in a splinter sighting eye    
Surely we are only but accountable to what we know    
Yet even so let silence tell true lest we speak and die    
    
Oh vanity our works when we call You Lord and find validation through another’s miracle    
When we are but vessels as conduits of grace    
But the convictions we live are the evidence of whether we truly know You    
After the hand of providence or to see You face to face    
    
Still even so beyond an act    
You weigh the heart behind the scenes of the behavior    
Not of dead works done of our own will but by grace the living works of a Savior    
    
Nevertheless on which side of the pendulum undulating back and forth do I fall    
Prey to the image of a snake or an identity taking shape in accordance with the Father’s call?    
 
Face to face with myself    
When I am my own accuser and my incarcerated heart begs to self acquit    
God only knows His judgements when the jury of self preservation is bought on well being    
To what extent do we know truth or else are varying degrees of counterfeit?    
    
Oh wickedness of my own way    
Interrogated of consciences plea to purge    
Let me not be a slave to carnal impulse    
Am I the little one stumbling or the offender?    
Laying claims to mercy to displace millstone sentencing    
I rend my heart and pray that You’d be my defender    
    
That I would not fall away and put You to an open shame    
As if to crucify You again and blaspheme Your holy name    
    
How grievous my sins unspoken    
Wretched and deserving    
How severe Your wrath    
Yet even so how much more severe Your love    
My heart taught to fear and evermore find true hope amid the aftermath…
Written by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)
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Author's Note
The new album Death and Redemptive Qualities will be available 8/10/24 for download in it's entirety for $10 on my Bandcamp page and will feature 13 original tracks with music from a friend of mine named Nik Jericho. Or $1 per track if there are only certain one's you enjoy.
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