Can Demon's have good intentions?
Can Angel's commit wicked deeds?
Angel's can fall from Heaven
Can Demon's return?
Can broken wings heal once more?
Can God forgive those he cast out?
Or do they suffer an eternity of torment
Waiting for Judgement Day....
With skin burning like a thousand suns
I make my way across this earth
For thousands of years I have wandered
Hoping I can accumulate enough good deeds
To return to my Father in Heaven
In my attempt to save souls
I have caused some to suffer more
I have asked for Guidance from God
Even though I rebelled against him
So many moons ago
The only words he uttered were
"Search for those with a Broken Smile"
I immediately began my search
I skip ahead though
Let me start from the beginning:
I didn't fall when 1/3 of God's Angels Rebelled
With Lucifer at their command
No my fall came centuries later
I neglected my Heavenly duties
Gabriel and I were sent to Sodom and Gomorrah
To find ten righteous people
We encountered Lot at the gates of Sodom
The Poison is in the Wound
In the Mines of Aversion
I forged this Sword of Pain
In the Fields of Arrogance
I made this Piercing Armor of Betrayal
So I wear this armor
While carrying an unsheathed sword
Those who venture to close
Are cut deep by my clumsy handling
Of this dreaded sword
Scarlet blood spills to the ground
My victims, my friends
Will soon be dead
The Poison is in the Wound
I gave fair warning to everyone who ventures too close
Told them of the pain that would follow
With Association with me
One day I met the Warlock of Shame
Who taught me some spells
He taught me to make flowers bloom
And love to grow
I attempted the flower spell
But they only bled
I attempted the love spell
And my lover fled
So it seems with sword or word
My Wickedness is revealed
Unmasked for the Demon I am
My black bat-like wings sprout from my back
Blocking out all holy-light
I raise my hand to beg for God's forgiveness
Balls of Fire come screaming down
My tongue is frozen
My words are mute
I know in my heart that most times
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Watching you go
It doesn't feel as numb
That I must confess
You've done me harm
You've done me wrong
My heart and hand I must take back
You've stomped them into the ground
I called you my Angel
I didn't think you'd be the Angel of Death
Grim Reaper Incarnated
Does it make you happy to know you are killing me with all your insensitive ways?
With your lack of sensitive words
You threw all my feelings down
Trying to make me feel bad
You've taken pieces of my insides
Do you like this empty shell?
Do you like the wreckage you've left in your wake?
You promised never to hurt me
You promised to heal my broken wings
Your promises are just hollow shells
As empty as I am
Through all of this part of me still loves you
The hole you've stabbed in my heart
Still pumps for you
The sorrow I drown in is the result of my own tears
Wept three times over the love that is gone....
You claim you loved me too!
How can you claim to love me than do all you do?
When all you've done to me is returned three times
I know what you are going to say
I have heard it all before
"I need sometime alone to deal with issues"
I know what you are going to utter
Your lines they repeat
"I can't do this anymore."
It's always the same
This neverending game
It's been going on so long
I can't see the start
So backtracking is no good
And I've lost my footing
So going on is not an option
I know whay you are thinking
I can read you like a book
"I'm just another number"
I know what you pray
"That someone will blow you away"
People aren't numbers
Don't treat them as such
To save you
You weren't meant to be saved
At least not by me
That's where I went wrong
Searching for broken smiles
Trying to heal the world
Yet all I seemed to do
Was to help the wounds
Fester and ooze
I can't repeat the past
I've been down this road before
Something has to change
Something has to give
"I never got a chance to tell you how I feel"
"I never got to make you as happy as I had wanted too"
It seems my words slip to the floor
Creeping ever so softly out the back door
Their meaning lost
To me however they came at a great cost
I've tried to tell you what's inside
Yet my feelings tend to collide
If I ever managed to speak the words
Would you care or think me absurd
I beg of you speak your heart
Tell me my part
The place in your life
Hopefully someplace near your sight
What must I do?
To get my words to you!
What must I say
To make you want to stay
Help me to understand
While I help you stand
Help me to know
Just please don't go....
The Amtrack Schedule
Once there was a conductor who worked for Amtrack. He trained harder than any other conductor to graduate at the top of his class. Then the day came when he was assigned a train. He took it easy out of the station and made it a few miles down the tracks, when the engine started speeding up, no matter what he did. The train derailed. Thankfully no one was hurt. Amtrack reassigned him and again the train derailed. This happened six times. No matter what he did, no matter how much care and love he put into the trains they always seemed to wreck. He was finally assigned with his last train, he told himself that if this train derailed then he would retire from Amtrack. So they assigned him Train #3074. He personally cleaned the windows, checked the fluid levels, checked the brake system, had a technican check the engine, he took every precaution to ensure his last train was in perfect condition before setting out on his journey. He left the train station right on time, treated the beautiful
The Canterbury Tale of Sir Ask
I grew up in a village in a far off land, since long forgotten. My father a noble man, left my mother for the company of another. My mother remarried years later to a not as noble man. We traveled from our home to a foreign land. There I made many friends and my curiosity grew. Several years later we returned to our home land. My father requested I come stay at his castle for a little while. It was their that I met my evil step mother for the first time. She went insane and had to be institutionalized. The King's men came and took us to another noble's home, a safe haven from the insanity that was sweeping thorough his house. Within three days my mother traveled across the land to retreive me. We traveled back to our home land. That was the last time I saw my father. I tried to forget him and all his evil deeds. My family and I traveled around every four or five years. By the time I was 15 my eyes feel for a maiden in a dream. I tried to find this maiden but only found nothing. I searc
Words and Their Effects
Words once said can never be retracted. No matter how much forgivness is asked, can the words ever be erased... The sting of the words can always be remembered if either party involved wishes to recollect them. I myself chose not to think about wrongful things heaped upon me. I have forgiven many trangressions against me. The most damaging coming from my best friend in 1997. Do those I care about do the same for my trangressions against them. I know some of my friends do (Sarah and Harry) do others?
"Hold your tounge, hold your tounge" I scream to myself when thoughts unworthy of my sweet demeanor come creeping into my mind. Sometimes I speak before I think which I am working on. I am changing, I will no longer let any single emotion cloud my judgment. When any single emotion runs rampant through our minds, we tend to say things we wouldn't otherwise mean. When we are injured we tend to utter words that most times aren't true, or aren't what we think most of the time.
Words are potent