Cursed
A heart can bleed an evil deed
Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
A return to fear after all
The climatic edge toward their own demise
Still a word to the wise
Cursed
A sin will always find you out
This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall
Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
Search for words left unaided in its time
The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
In anguish the soul longs for rest
In being cursed with fear to never have rest
In anguish the appease of the blind
We live for vile excess
Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
This does nothing to stregnthen the heart
To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
In papal square thwart in fear
An ego scream to shed a single tear
Yet no need to fear in which to hide
Along the garb of social compromise
A word from the wise
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows
The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test
An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
A hero's reflection in never second guessing
A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree
Please let this be me?
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Submitted by hitalot on July 19, 2017
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,781 |
Words | 355 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1 |
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