Exodus of Babylon (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
Devious intentions rise
out of rage 'n wretchedness
to posses the mind - bend
ones will to be unkind, deep
within savage darkness; inching
closer to a tortured demise.
There is no salvation that I
in euphoric pilgrimage can find.
All is turned to dust & ash,
here in Babylon - house of the harlot
& her twisted lust driving men to sin,
tempted by innocent 'n pure flesh.
It is a shame to be a child, fallen
from grace & painfully slipped
into Chaos - A hell of fire 'n
Turned inward, hiding from memory,
lies a piece of my heart that waits -
Until the day this ravaged soul of mine
is lifted out of melancholic paralysis,
to blossom into furious resurrection
& all-embracing freedom.
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