Archives for May 8, 2015

lost

Days of old have since been cold and gone,

drenched in sin and misery,  the stench of death lingers.

Untold yet gruesome pain defines yet again my discomfort.

Arid compassion, chilled by lust and still this tormentors

fiery feeling torments my restless soul ever the more,

for i hath been loosed and lay lost in this dreaded world.

This world has yielded nothing more but a darkest forger.

 

As to a damsel that loseth her innocence till such vial erodes her sentiment,

but in careful ponder i fright to bid tis foul upon mine desire.

Corrupted i hath let minself grow or yet still retard,

for to all born to this world, all manner of 10 forms of sin doth choseth us all.

A pity then that we chose which sins to succumb to.

Hath ye heard not of mercy,  nor hath not grace been preached and left on a stead

upon the pinnacle of the highest mountain for all to take heed?

yet we see it not for we most are indeed lost.

 

For a time, times and half a time,

this tiresome world hath and still shalt crave mercy

but a double measure of justice shalt be willed unto it.

For the Creator is not hush but just to those who set sight upon his grace

and trample such under foot for surely such latent fools are indeed lost,

yet be they worthy deserving of grace,

we hath fallen a stone’s throw short of hope and without such, all we are lost.