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💀SOUL REAPER💀
++So yet again some bastardized-hate has opened a gate?!?
Here comes the doom of depression!
These deadening hours when my soul just clings....
The reaper come to rake over my soul....
Does my soul deserve only hacking hating judgment?!?
Born hated for what crime?!? For what omission?!?
Never of lack of love-that I know+
Heartless world-Yet my cup overflows!

Born and yet marked dead already....
visible as your scar patterns.....
This doll face muted....
visible yet never visited-never known!!
Silent screamings.....a plastic soul for your poison eyes to melt......
Me always me human garbage
l-the mismarked....marked down again till the label has crumbled!
Heres comes death scourging me for sins unknown.....over & over!

Like a stupified agony of the blind+
Blind yet still bending to divine beleif+
This strange suffering.....
To mark my faith as blind....
Yet if it be blind-would the pain not be gone?!?!
Immune in the skeletal arms of our Lord.....
For as Lord of many hallows++
He is stronger still than this world!}
He could drain.my enemys dry.....

But yet I have loved the lord and lady
loved those more powerfull than myself+
with a light that is like eyes gone cloudy white....+
Strange counter to a loveless world I am she+
I have kissed the fist and bowed to the blade.....
I have loved my lord even when spittle rained on me like hot beads.....
In the cold of neglect and distate I have loved my lord even when told "your not mine-just a stranger".....

Why does the light scream pain?!?....
I am born but now already shrouded....
strangers talk over my body yet I cannot fight them!
Or their will-stronger than my corpse-flesh figure+
I am numb to the pain-my flesh I wished away- rather to be colder marble!
Fleshless as marble-to this agon-state+

Why do you come for me......?!?
Grim reaper hanging haunting when my flesh still expects to live on?!?
I have loved the lord of other ways.....
Heard the souls whisper that I could come over.....
A hint of ectasys would free me from the hollows of human love+
More pitiless been in masks of lying-than ever humane it was+
I wished myself another life-other than the mirrors lies.....
Not alive yet neither dead.....always sleeping.....
always virgin white...
always waiting to be free of fear of death!!
by finding him instead+

Hazey lines of dying.....too slow!! hanging by a thread!
I seek to end life-to begin the final ending+
The chase now over-final eXhaustion of this soul admitted....
The cut then done+
The rest most remit and ever-eternal again+

Harsh voices echo " I dont care" "Noone cares"
"There is no love" "God hates us all"
Poisoned by the hate- my soul glutted!
I turn just an insect on a thread.....
No will to go forward nor back....
suspension dying the slowest death....my soul like paper sheaves....
thin as pages-bits blow away-lost
Its black cold my soul numb my heart crumbling zombied towards no end!

If my time is over I will go......
To live no lie-no zombie corpse of a soul.....
The lord death likes us white bone white cleaved and cleaned....
All these lurkers beleiving me dying finished.....
Does my soul deserve only hacking hating hunting?!?
My flesh looks like living wax.....to plump for reapers blade.....
Goddess of harvests left to grow cold in ashes!
Who is the god of life and death now?!?

Cold eyes no longer turn angry+
Nor futile rage to a fist+
His beard of fire-defiant bristling
then tipped-tinted turned gray......unto this deathly vastness+
Swallowed down! Gone and over!
Over-strained and down-turned.....
Was without respite-now pressed out of service+
The arrears of my soul-marking me in the surest collapse+
So strained to reach an understanding+
Made obvious to there world-made blind unto me+
What loves stolen prestige-has burned into me+
Stranger fathoms of our fathers doom....!
Unknown complexs of the primitive-foe
This brazen figure-this whore of a distained soul....
scortched figure-this punitive slave remains still burdened+
now surrounded by sacks of ashes.....
When the king dies so dies his slave-maiden!!

For truley this voiceless silence.... wears over the grayling doom!
+ dead cobwebs of forsaken silence....!
sound of a funeral raking shaking over-greif not yet shed enough!

How better the sting of metal+ the burn of fire!
the living spirit of wrath made dragons rage.....
Better the songs of war!
Better the red....
Better the bitter stinging strain-poison stingers alive and alike.....
Anger to anger-fire to fire!
Rage to rage-again+
both calculated and measured
-wild and unbidden+
Than the deadly sounds of strained peace.....
A stranger peace-soul all over bent+
The passions-the murders+
Fashioned from our master!
Are a better taste-a bitter taste....
To those left behind
©KNOX S BANE