Memoirs to a SacrilegeA Poem by silentvoice“Memoirs to a Sacrilege” Sacred is thy treasure, angel touched and God
blessed the prestigious aura in which it is held unmatched through all of
science’s modern advances unattainable by even the most formidable of all
challengers. And yet it’s mystical grander, though magical it is, nothing is
ever truly indestructible. Neglect and rage, disregard and arrogance,
miscommunication and a lack of education now behold it as nothing less than
equal, disgracefully ordinary " no longer God-worthy nor eloquent, it’s glory
gave away to hostility, and our pride gives way to normalcy just as love gives
way to hate and even the brightest of lights must inevitably fade to blackness.
A time in which the most honest epitome of perfection could be found in one’s
purist of hearts shone with the virtues that carried us through the darkness
and the lightness ever so loyally now leaves us with questions unanswered
though admittedly unasked as the gold that once gave us light and guidance now
fades to dust and history of passed ancient times....will we ever find our way
or is this destined to be our permanent sacrilege? Tanner
Reiss June 18,
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StatsAuthorsilentvoiceRegina , CanadaAboutI am 20 years old and live in Canada I enjoy writing, singing, playing video games, hanging with friends and family and volenteering whenever I can. I have been writing for roughly eight years or so a.. more..Writing
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