Here I am to sit alone in a sea of mankind. Given the gift of mortality to hold me down Like a rock would hold down paper, Like a rock would help me drown. Here for heaven's pleasure, bearing Hell's scowl. Here amongst the others, but almost always alone, I breathe the fumes of excess, but no ecstasy is found. I won't regret my sins, of flesh and mind and blood. You see, it would make no difference-- my neck would still be wrung. I wish to sleep forever, to bleach my remains in sun, I won't be afforded that pleasure, like the others of kingdom come. Death is my companion, and torturer as well; Even though I tricked the Devil, I couldn't escape hell. Up from Jacobs' Ladder,. seeking to be freed. My body bent and tortured, my head corrupt with greed. Up into the heavens, up unto the stars, I could of expected that I wouldn't get so far. Left at the beginning; assigned to remain, A lesson to my peoples, a hero to the slain, To tell a tale of anger, to curse the holy name. To grind myself to rubble and come to life again.
Reason for writing:
This is a sample of the good part of work, which is considerably darker.
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