![]() Never Ending CycleA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaPain written out in non-fabricated lines Due to your hatred these words are placed out I cannot be subtle, nor can I be kind You read the books unwritten, yet attack them with a shout So why should I be kind to you F**k off, and for once, please get a life Killing the voices unhidden screaming to be accepted Culture beating down doors filling people with strife Venom laced poisonings filling your mind with ease Depression worsening factor, hatred is all that consumes Your little life that so often seems to be creating hatred for others Haters attack reminds of the holocausts crematory fumes Embezzlement of the words others place for survival I know these people are an easy target So Ill give these words to you, what will you do? Pounds of bitter emotions you bought on black market Layered in frosting so sweet it kills like rat poison Drowning out the words of those who fear to live You create your stand to be one of consuming fire No heartwarming speeches echo from the words you give Damaging those around you to prove you are the perfect creature Prophesizing doom and destruction for those you label as demons Your actions destroy you, what makes you think you wont burn in Hell? Yet I forget it already seems as if your working by the Devils summons Jesus dies for the sins of the world for all who accept Him God gave his only son, so that we may not perish but have everlasting life Down rating the words of others only proves you to be not up to par Preaching the words you cannot understand in a world that tries to survive This circle goes round and round as you rip apart the walking angels Call the hounds, blaspheme the ground, your words show incompetence Never ending hatred screams throughout eternity in the night My mistakes are laid out at His feet, but at least I’m making my penance Through His spilt blood I have hope, at least I know I’m a sinner You dedicate your life to unreasonable anger at people you don’t know Your words lain out saying the fight must end, but its always a lie When it finally comes time inside I know that you reap what you sow Seeing a life different from your own, wishing to conquer all Stop playing God, your words portray yourself as the idol you allegedly despise True strength comes from within, not in the deceivement of your fellow mankind Nor in taking pleasure in the pain of another’s cries A snake in the grass, forked tongued lies, caressing the wounds Reminds me how people like you should be crucified so you can understand Your weakness to face the day makes me tremble with rage The people you attack are the survivors that you attempt to bury in sand Attacks from every side perhaps if you only opened your eyes Blind as a bat, you scream what you hear yet never look This never ending cycle continues on in this insanity lines Perhaps one day you will see the people that you beat down and shook The doubt however labeled by the words you’ve spoken argues against it If we are demons for the battles we face every day, then what of you? Judge us and now you become us, the creature that others don’t understand The years will pass, time will forget your name but not the pain you ensue Tell me Judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon? You attack in words, down rating, and hate mail but watch how it can spin Different perspective in the pain from another’s eyes that scream But as usual the thought of others pain only causes you to grin Cycle goes on, so judge us, f**k you, why don’t you stop playing God? © 2011 Sanctuary DementiaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 Author![]() Sanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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