Admission of evil
by . ignis
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These words were added after the initial posting. This poem was written in a dark period of my life. Many things occurred since that time and I was led to the Light which was an event that I could not have accomplished myself. The words of the poem continued to have meaning and power, but a different one since the Light touched me.
(edited center verses to improve flow and meaning on May 1 2006)
| Admission of Evil An immeasurable parade of sinners
Confessed from behind the partition
Big time, small time, losers, winners
Each one whispering their admission
Nothing that he hadn't already heard
However brutal, senseless or absurd
He gave them the absolution of God
Even if pardon, he himself could not
It was his sacred mission in this life
An honor graciously extended to him
A duty permitting sinners to survive
Who's secrets tease the mind's brim
He was in no way a courtroom judge
And not allowed to sentence as such
The confessions confided to his ears
He veiled in his mind for many years
An abrupt gnashing of the box' door
Awoke the priest before he dozed off
Followed by the sqeaking of the floor
And the sound of a low pitched cough
Indicating a man sat behind the gauze
He addressed him after a short pause
Saying: What leads you here, my son?
Do you repent anything you've done
An eery silence flooded the room
And a sudden chill rapidly spread
The confessor hesitated to resume
As thoughts raged inside his head
The tall church windows turned black
Raising the hairs in the priest's neck
Something had chased away all noise
Leaving the silence to a dark voice
I have not come to ask for forgiveness
Nor did I intend to confess to any crime
You see, your God can never forgive his
Enemy He fought since the dawn of time
He incessantly and utterly hates my guts
For you know, it's driving him totally nuts
That sofar, it was I who has always won
He never nailed me, like I nailed His son
This Love God preaches, is overrated
His concept is an insult to you and me
You know this universe is saturated
With hate and other blessings by me
So you think He's got his act straight?
Perhaps He confused love with hate
Maybe God just lied, my dear priest
Or misread things to say the least?
You lived all your life inside the light
And think you know your way around
God inhibited you to explore the night
But what is it that you've really found?
Other than what He wanted you to find
Perhaps His light struck you blind
Making it impossible for you to see
That He is denying you immortality
In the darkness linger awaiting you
More truths than you've ever found
In the light that's just deceiving you
I promise you that they will astound
You beyond your wildest imagination
Bestowing you sincere reconciliation
So why worship a God who lies to you
While there's so much more I can do?
Then claws pierced the gauze before him
And slowly ripped the weavings to shreds
And when they reached the frame's trim
The priest was gazed at by seven heads
He begged God to protect him from evil
While the claws and fangs started to kill
The priest's face had turned hoary white
As the voices hissed: "God and I lied."
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|Reviewed by Judy Meeker
|You are a wonderful writer, and seem to be full of ancient wisdom..
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|I'm very curious about your source of wisdom! You speak of light - what do you really believe the Light is?
I am also curious about how you can say - with so much conviction - that everything will find another plane in 2012.
Are you a self appointed prophet - or is this just a vision wrought of too much imbibing and drug use?
Communicate - or find yourself another just another prognosticator of Apocalyptic humdrum.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your whole presentation is quite stunning, Rage. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Poetry Deborah
|Excellent...words elude me...awesome write!
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Jerry and the others are so right. This is superb+++++. You
have done a wonderful job of painting a dark and disturbing
picture that I predict will stay with everyone who reads it. The imagery is excellent, the idea inspired!! T h a n k y o u. 'Pea' <3
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|SUPERB. That is all I shall say about this.|
|Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran
|very dark, but excellent write!|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Rage what can I say? It is chilling, thought provoking, and shows a face of evil few ever even acknowledge exists. Even if God is not what I think he is, I will stick with him, I'm not into nightmares!
Great Job, my friend. Picture goes well with the subject matter.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very thhought provoking...the image gives me the creeps!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Satan is a messenger of light; too bad he isn't the TRUE Light, the Light of the world. An excellent, powerful, thought provoking piece, very well penned...although the printing was very tiny and hard to read, I'm glad I stopped by.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is soul chilling stuff Rage! You get your point across while keeping the rhyme and rhythm, that is remarkable. Superb poem!
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Satan will adopt any disguise or camoflage to deceive the believer, and will use the power of temptation to lure away God's Chosen Ones !
The Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom, and to Depart from Evil is Knowledge !
This is an extremely powerful post Rage, well crafted, and rich in symbolism !
I thought the pic looked liked Freddie Kruger from a Nightmare on Elm Street !