If I stand in the middle of a field by a tree;
Thunder, will I hear your wrath's litany
as lightning touches me with death's kiss
Escorting me from this life and it's woes?

Will I fly into peace's oblivion
Sighting the light at the end of a tunnel
Or my body charred just enough
To discern the true extent of hell?

Waking to feel the excruciating torment
In my body, which I have
Experienced in my soul and spirit
Up to now?

Reaping in my body the sins of the father
who, taking his fiendish yearning
for love out on me...
Condemned me to living Hades personified

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Or is there a loving God?
May I say, "Death, where is thy sting,
Grave where is thy victory?"
As in peace, I walk streets of gold

Upon awakening in the arms
Of true love, without rancor
Or selfish desires
Who has eyes only for me?

Should I sob, bleeding from each pore
In remembrance of wrongs done
Blemishing, scarring innocence;
There is yet hope

For weeping only lasts for the night
But joy comes in the morning
Perhaps, elements of the night
I shan't need you after all.

Shivon May 2009