Have Been Poisoned
Shot by the Devil’s arrow
Why didn’t he miss
My eyes swim in rivers
My Heart bleed of his Venom
My Soul gropes the Earth
My Voice tremble
My Health grow old
I hear the Jeer of My enemies
They drag my bleeding heart
To their nest for harvest
I’m covered in my blood
I leave trails of water
Passerby nod in regret
Each look on with
A grin of distaste
My eyes grope in the Dark
Because of the Just cause
I trail on
Lord where is thy face
I walk in chains
Bounded like a slave
I’m left to be fed on
By the Nightwatchers of
The Moonlight eve
At this moment
Where skin turns to clay
My heart offers psalms
To the mocking crowd
Courage I whisper
Deep within the raves
Death is my Friend
I know his beautiful face
In honor of those dying of just cause, Courage, Death is our friend.
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