Compliments To SinsA Poem by Noir CrescentReference to the known 7 deadly sins.Turn the leaf; a new, from the cinematic stairs of heaven to the blazing inferno of hell, I stand alongside the shadows as we grow with the ever blinding light. He who stands on clouds of gold, preaches to us of him and nothing else. Say he suffers when you bleed inside out, but he does not know life or death as he stays suspended in time. He is I who pity most. Slaving away at the sight of life ...Oh, how we wish for death more than anything else to come and relieve us of burden, which the lord cannot, from us. If we do, we sin so much more to put pain on one alone rather suffer as we should. How sad man was created. The only one closest to death is the one that slumbers the day away. In dreams and fairytale, we eat our fill of creation from curiousity to knowledge, neither one knows which is true as reality crawls on your back. In the garden of Eden, you should know the tale Of Adam and Eve, the serpent was the only correct one. We do not live in ignorance, we live in sight of truth. If everything was perfect, we might as well not have existed at all. Sins create us the perfect world, an opinion for each a voice for all as we bathe in the warmth it rains on us in the dark of winter. Man never was good never was bad and thus more never existed as the Earth toils us away. History, cruel as it may be, was a blissful time in a story book of man. Every shade was shown as a moral at the summits of Existance. Turn the leaf; a new. I thank thy sin for giving me pleasure of the everyday life. A moment to watch the true meaning of life: ...To Watch... Experience life pass by you over and over again as a serpent devours itself. © 2016 Noir Crescent |
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