Salvation to the Sickness

by BrokenMisery   Jun 14, 2006


The evil spawns your sickness,
Screech of a dying breed.
Spread like poison syringe,
For innocence to bleed.

Madness marks my veins
This deadly disease.
The demon of the crucifix,
Leaves you on your knees.
The blood and guts spread
Leaves a generation to die.
This savior of yours,
Has now left your side.

Good and evil which is the God;
To whom that you prayed?
One banished an angel,
The other disobeyed.

Madness marks my veins
This deadly disease.
The demon of the crucifix,
Leaves you on your knees.
The blood and guts spread
Leaves a generation to die.
This savior of yours,
Has now left your side.

Judge the judgement,
Who is to choose?
Is heaven and hell
The same to use?
Taste the poison,
To course through your veins.
Kill you soul,
But the body remains...

Who'll be...
Salvation to the sickness

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  • 17 years ago

    by Serenical Darkness

    Wow that was...very good. you pushed some limits there and it was awesome

  • 17 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    "The evil spawns your sickness,
    Screech of a dying breed.
    Spread like poison syringe,
    For innocence to bleed"

    Has to be one of the best opening stanzas I've read by a poet who isn't dead yet. Fantastically written, a beautiful read.

  • 17 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    This style is very well developed...I enjoyed this emensly..keep it up.

    Lissa

  • 17 years ago

    by LadyPearl

    Very interesting,
    Good and evil which is the God;
    To whom that you prayed?
    One banished an angel,
    The other disobeyed.

    Very Deep stanza

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