The Beatened + The Damned

Beating the drum, intensely, within a hundred strokes 

My chest inhales anxiety, 

exhaling stress and tension

Climaxing to a threatening burst of sin and explanation 

Rampage and Revenge , above all things, none are true 

Not an angel 

not a saint 

Such claims aren't supported detailed for a memory or input 

Maiden, all your soul kisses dread and evil

The wind mourns...

The wind roars...

Confusion and fury, swaying its bough- splashing its' vibrant being; whistling between the ancient cracks 

Belief stacked onto of belief no one was wrong nor to the sharpest edge of right 

words have escaped from my tongue and for that i apologize for f*****g over 

a battered creature. 

Who am i to judge a brother or of a non - virgin sister

who am i to judge the grand sin or graceful butterfly

Tisk, Tisk to those who do

Tisk, Tisk, to those who feel it is their right to 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDWgsQhbaqU

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Holy battered creature, your voice speaks volumes here. Sans judgement is where we all should dwell, you bang'd this one out to a beat of different drummer, muchly enjoyed your tirade in your poem....!

[jay]

i am wow wow i am speechless about this wow