Never Ending Cycle

Never Ending Cycle

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Pain 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 Dementia


Author's Note

Sanctuary Dementia
I think this will be rather blunt, there is so much hatred going around and even more stupidity and frankly Im sick of it. Im tired of watching people judge others and play God when they are so blind to others lives. Welcome to reality.

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Added on April 19, 2011
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Misery 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..

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