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Unworthy of Salvation.....Worhty of death

Pantomime7

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Watching the world crumble beneath my feet
Brings the thought of death into my mind.
And the picture of the reaper;
scythe in hand; cutting slowly through the will of men,
And, unbeknownst to my knowledge,
cutting through my soul and harvesting it for his own.
I breath the sin of my fathers and release upon the world
As my soul is taken from the broken shell of humanity that I once called mine
Which now lies withered within the soil of the earth,
Forgotten and left for the scavengers belly.
As the air becomes cold and distant,
My eyes feast upon the fruits of my life
And then drastically, they vanish
Leaving me in the black of night,
And frightened of the voice I hear.............
"Unworthy of life.....unworthy of death,
Sentenced to take your final breath"
And with this I was struck by a force omnipotent
My body spiraled beneath the gates of salvation,
And as I opened the eyes of my soul
The demon of my faith stood before my face............
 
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Hey, this poem was sweet -- I love the majestic imagery you conjured up.

"And with this I was struck by a force omnipotent
My body spiraled beneath the gates of salvation"
That was my favourite part.

One question: what does "unbenosted" mean, I looked it up on dictionary.com but it wasn't there.

Keep up the good work
 
My body spiraled beneath the gates of salvation,
And as I opened the eyes of my soul
The demon of my faith stood before my face............

I loved that part the best but the whole thing had a great amount of imagery and it was simply great!
 
^my favorite lines as well. excellent writing, i really have come to enjoy your words.
 
This is great, has a lot of insight and flows super smoothly, my fav.

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I breath the sin of my fathers and release upon the world
As my soul is taken from the broken shell of humanity that I once called mine
Which now lies withered within the soil of the earth,
Forgotten and left for the scavengers belly.
As the air becomes cold and distant,
My eyes feast upon the fruits of my life..
>>

truely brilliant


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