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Jun 07, 2010
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ANATHEMA
Anathema
A stench
Lingers
Heavy and still
In this universe
Decay
Slow and steady
No blood on wood
Could wash away
The tragedy of a Crucifixion
Anathema
This murder of Innocence
Useless kindness
In a soul gentle and blind
No tarot cards
No crystal ball
No reading of palms
Of gypsy kind
No incense burning
In holy pleas
To clearly see it all
The madness of Creation
Flesh writhing in fires
Life’s pleasures and desires
To slowly end in suffering
And then
One short step
We suddenly fall
Into
Death’s mutation
Silent and cold
Anathema
This irony
On humankind
Some say
Yet
Not of my understanding
This Cosmic Puppetry
— Geremia, Jun 07, 2010
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Kailashana
16 years ago
I’m soooooooooooo feeling
Geremia
16 years ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaYes. It
Seren
16 years ago
Dearest Joe
Geremia
16 years ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
WOW again, this one is potent.
Geremia
16 years ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaTusen