COMPOSITION OF MY DESTINY it’s much like being in the belly of the beast or standing at the edge of hell. I sometimes hear the cries of tortured souls, and feel the eternal pain of the 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 the deceptions that they themselves describe as the truth. In the beginning, the beauty 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 with agony. my spirit is chained to the collected transgressions of lust, greed and power, and secured to a wall where ever stone is a sin placed and cemented by myself. the wall is tall, and firm. it separates me from the gates of eternal glory. unreachable, those of the underworld withhold my citizenship in the City Of Gold. it is 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 is eternal damnation. this be my composition of destiny: if fate be impeachable, may He who is divine, restrict me in my opus and dictate to me His saving grace.
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 18:15:55 +0000
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