Faith

by Kakera   Oct 1, 2014


I'm not imaginative enough to live a happy life.
I cannot reach the Holy Land through hollow ringing prayers,
nor can I repeat the faiths of every echo beside me.
I can only listen to the whispers of my own thundering footsteps.

Any road within me will always lead to the Garden of Eden,
and even when I'm there the Serpent will never tempt me.
He will never have to - he was always a False Adversary.
I'll always take a bitter bite out of the Forbidden Fruit willingly.

I had to empty my lungs of any Grace I once held
when I realized that the Canon is a road to nowhere;
As I realized that I was born a Vestige of the Arcane Teachings,
carrying within me the treacheries of seeking any meaning.

I will remember how the Shining One was born into his tragic role,
just as Jesus Christ was born onto his bloodied cross.
Just as I was born into the role of discovering my dreams,
and the role of weaving my blasphemies into cathartic poetry.

Because I hunger for Damnation - I yearned for the Fall of Man:
I'm a traitor to all of you who long for the Rapture,
and I'm not even scared of facing the Fiery Edge of Michael's Sword,
because I know that the true Purgatory lies buried inside my chest.

I know that Hell is where the Light shines the brightest,
and Heaven where only the Vainglorious Hypocrites reach;
I know that the Roar of the Dragon is hidden in my throat,
and the Eyes of the Morning Star are forever anchored on me.

And with the sins of my heresies written on my skin,
I will let the Voices of my Shadows speak for themselves -
But know that my heart is heavy, and my errors plenty,
because that is the way that God created me.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    Wow that's actually really incredible, you did am amazing job with playing with our minds (but that's not what you were doing, no, saying you were playing with our minds is to mediocre for this poem) you were making us dig deep, stop and think about what we're reading, what the base meaning could possibly be, and what the meaning is personally, to the reader.what an amazing piece!!#

  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    I think this isn't so much a condemnation of hypocrites, but rather an acceptance of one's frail, futile humanity.I love the ending paragraph,I won't quote it as I'm sure you can read for yourself your own words, but there is such an intense feeling of pure, sheer acceptance, acceptance of one's sinful human nature gained in birth, by the blood and sins of our fathers.I must say, that in this case Joseph, for the simple reason that I too have come to an acceptance of my fate,I have to agree withkakera's point of view.

    • 9 years ago

      by Kakera

      This is exactly what I was talking about when I tested this poem for a test audience before submitting it. I intended it to be written in a way that the reader herself only truly understands what it means, because there is no true meaning set in stone.

      Joseph's reading was correct, but his was just one of many. I wrote this poem intentionally that way. When me and a friend tried to figure it out, we found 6 different ways to read it. And that's how I want it. To speak profoundly about faith, but giving you, the reader, the final say in what it actually means.

      That also means, of course, that your reading was perfectly correct as well.

      Judging from these two comments, I think I succeeded in my ambitions with the poem. I wanted the poem to be only what the reader makes of it. I intended there to be many ways for it to Be. For every reader to understand it their way, without it being right or wrong.

      As for my own reading of this poem? I will not say, that would spoil it a bit. Let's just stay with that both of you are correct, and both of you are wrong, at the same time. The deeper truth lies only in you, the reader's personal bond with the poem. Not with mine. ^^

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