Almost RebornA Poem by Michael Soulwhat ifAlmost Reborn
A yarning from within keeps me un dead, Calling me back to a blood I dread, Dread the feed, that pulls me deep, Calling me inside for what I must seek.
Should I embellish my from what I need to what I want, And give in to yarning that raps me everlastingly, One bit cursed me before, in sin I could not see, For now I forever weep hopping to find one just like me.
Ten thousand years passed since I had my last blood bath, Ten thousand years passed since I gave up not life not death, Now reborn in flesh that bends and brakes I yarn for that sweet bitter taste. Bring me home back from this place to find what I displaced,
Memories not there of what I used to be, But in dreams something dark pulls me, Images of my demise flash in the flesh, Blood dripped in grace.
In dream in mind they kill what’s not alive not dead, Sloppy, I bit in to, and images of days to come down the years to come Embellish me, must lie down to be reborn, to fight a grater foal than me, For years inbound bring greater deeds.
Once more I must rise; my kind lies in wait, Our day upon us, our time to fly, Who am I? I cast the first stone Ten thousand years ago, Set up all that you and mankind refer to, I lay a side for religions to ride, May the word of good be your salvation? But not mankind’s salvation I thought of when I cast that first stone.
Welcome to the harvest of mankind. © 2008 Michael SoulReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 AuthorMichael SoulAyr, United KingdomAboutwell what to say im me the soulartis lol some of my work these day's will be a call for eyes and hearts to open but will be mostly fun stuff when its out my Sistine chapel lol im a you know if yo.. more..Writing
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