So after finishing up with The Darkness We Create, I needed to just stretch my wings a bit, so I am trying my hand at poetry...so, that being said . . . don't kill me if it's really bad...bambers;)
Faith on Broken Glass
God, please tell me when I decided trusting the known enemy was alright . . .
or when drinking demon blood became a ray of hope and light?
When angels became more black than gray . . .
or family seemed so far away?
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When a brother's love meant sacrifice . . .
His immortal soul the offered price.
His life he should not have had to give . . .
He was the one who deserved to live.
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When half-truths turned to outright lies . . .
The heartbreak etched within his eyes.
Each passing day we broke a little more . . .
Helpless victims in this growing war.
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When Lilith became my unholy obsession . . .
Blood on my hands, an unspoken confession.
Churches used for demonic mass . . .
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My faith broken like shattered glass.
His trust in me is now all but tattered . . .
My love for him was all that mattered.
How do I fix things that have gone so wrong . . .
And somehow manage to get us back where we belong?