The wounded healer whose blood purifies the conscience of the wrong doer whose essence is defined by the alter he lies in and death justifies his existence but all his good deeds never go unpunished . amid the mystical fabric deemed as reality his thread of existence lies parallel to that of the ordinary man admittedly his human imperfections scale him below the son of man but it goes without saying, they both fall victim at the hands of man . he dances on the devils claws with his angelic wings shielding pain that lies far from where he stands heavy hearted, burden ridden and with nerves of steel, falling skies and stray bullets only leave a stain there is nothing to feel he finds comfort in pain. . he is the king with a dagger in his back who cries: forgive them lord for they know not what they do.. with open arms welcoming sinners, saints and the untrue he is the war hero who is a casualty in every battle who re-lives his past, for its his future and one he cant undo he remains the self sacrificial lamb.. . S.C #IneedMyMojoBack #Poetry #BeenAminute #SelfSacrificialLamb #ThrowBack
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 07:07:14 +0000
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