COMPOSITION OF MY DESTINY It’s much like being in the belly of the beast or standing at the edge of hell I can sometimes hear the cries of tortured souls and feel the pain of the eternal flames. I see the demons who control the fate of those within. I shall no longer weep for those who victimize the innocent and to the ignorant, sell their deceptions that they themselves describe as the truth. In the beginning , the splendor of my soul was transformed and covered in darkness. for I held my own reservation at the supper table of the Beast, where those who are to consume are they themselves consumed and the debt accumulated is paid for in agony. my spirit is chained to the collected transgressions of lust, greed, gluttony, and power, and secured to a wall where every stone is a sin place and cemented there by myself. the wall is tall and firm….. it separates me from the gates of eternal glory. unreachable…. the powerful one of the underworld withholds my citizenship in the city of gold. It has been revoked and I am handed down to the king of the pit… the road to hell is paved with sulfur and the stench of burning flesh. It is eternal damnation. so this be my composition to destiny; If fate be impeachable, may He who is divine, restrict me in my opus and dictate to me His saving grace…..
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 16:26:43 +0000
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