GhostssccythesTitle: “Against blasphemy, salvation prevails”
Despaired and encased in abyss,
Respairty, lends hands towards bliss.
Original self declines,while thou depicts new,
Seeks vigour, for how long, self hatred brews?
Eyes meek, one’s own thoughts reek,
Hands on canvas smeared, what thou seek?
To please the whisperers, thy body rends,
In hopes, the fate doesn’t bend,
A self demise, rotten eyes, nauseating mind.
Can rebirth revitalize?
Thorns for penance, poke,
From humiliation, thou never woke.
Obscure sorrow and joy,
For being headless and rebirthed,
Never in need of coy,
Hideous face earthed.
Even the mirror breaks,
From worthlessness, soul aches.
Miracle of hope, can heavens ave?
Can oneself enjoy rave?
Are heavens, so cruel,
Thoughts of blasphemy, in mind rule,
Penance of decapitation, God behooves.
With burden, truth one seek,
Utmost devotion, though to others a freak.
Views of ‘’summa blasphemia’’,
blessing in disguise, hails,
God’s word recited, Divinity prevails.
Left to world a tenacious tale,
Quenched with the–Presence of divinities ale.
-Ghostsccythes(Shadeweaver)