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Friday, November 05, 2004

Raped by an Angel

He was promised
Whether proletariat or protestant
In the heavens above
Among the golden ranks
A place among the holy

He seeks after
What which was not
To be in heaven
A rose among the thorns

That which he does not know
In the heavens above
Among the golden ranks
There stands a foul defile

Over the hills of green pasture
Of sheep grazing contentedly with their shepherd
A place of blood and evil stands
Right in the middle of the holiness

Where white turns to black
And those here
Met their ends there
By the very hands of their guardians
A foul betrayal indeed!

Who would have thought?
His angel of wings
Suddenly sprouted horns and raped him
Left for dead among the bodies
He lies among the bloodbath

No one knew of this grisly truth
Until they entered
Pristine gates of heaven
And found that it was worse
Than Hell

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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