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The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.
(A lone voice whispers)
Watching the old world through my rust
Encrusted Scrying
Mirror
My blood
If I had any
Would be green with envy
For when I see couples happy
A baptism of souls meeting
The lividity in me burns
So slow
Like an inquisitor's cruel act of Abacination
Surrounding me within a lone cloud
From the Darkness of Hell itself
And with a long night of
Squeals of demonic delights
Ahead
A legion of guttural voices singing out like Beniamino Gigli
Under meager skies
Chanting dark spells
I now know this place
I'm in
Resembles Hell
A heavy breathing consciousness
Where the heartbroken live within
Especially us
Baptized to greave
Through acts of Self-immolation
Caused by the dark temptations of sin
Destruction
in which there is no love
Left
But only green envy
The price I now pay in Purgatory
Now I've gained entry
As my eyes remain open
With my soul praying to break free
Now just cursed
To just pray
With frenzy
She doesn't forget me
But remember
No one alive is pure
For we are born
To be corrupted by love
For no one is one hundred percent
An Innocenti
For even you
Beyond the sacred shores
Of The Ferryman of Hades
River
You'll sin too
It's not an accusation but a confession
And it's why I speak
Hoping to gain resurrection
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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