The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.

 

The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.

(A lone voice whispers)

Watching that old world burn

I once knew

Through my rust 

Encrusted  blue

Scrying 

Mirror 

My blood 

If I had any 

Would be green with potent Invidia's envy 

For when I see couples happy 

Strolling

Hand in hand

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 of Darkness and Desolation itself

From the 9 Circles of Hell 

And with a long night of

Squeals of demonic delights 

Ahead

A legion of guttural voices singing out and yelling 

Like a young Beniamino Gigli

Under meager skies 

Chanting dark spells 

I now know this place 

I'm in 

Resembles Hell 

A heavy breathing jealous consciousness 

Where the heartbroken live within 

Especially us 

The Canti

Baptized to grieve 

In The Golden Church of Flagellation

Through acts of Self-immolation 

Caused by the dark temptations of sin

A slow evisceration

A destruction in which there is no love 

Left 

But only green envy

This is the heavy price I now pay 

In Purgatory 

Now I've gained entry

With my eyes remaining forever open 

For I no longer sleep

With my soul praying to break free 

Now just cursed 

To just pray and weep

With frenzy

She doesn't forget me 

But remembers

No one alive is pure 

For we are all born 

To be slowly corrupted by love 

In any form

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

Seeking a place 

To be moored

It's not an accusation but a confession 

And it's why I speak 

Hoping to gain resurrection

For I still

Miss her

My first immature love from school 

When I lived in

Lumpur

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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