A Nod Prayer

Weary of this your hollow world;
Jaded from this empty walk of life

Longing for a greater purpose;
To rise to power in spite of this strife

Heavenly father, I am not of your seed
I dearly wish to make you bleed

Banish me, cast me aside;
Burn away this human exterior

To thwart Your arbitrary destruction;
I must evolve and become to Thee superior

I pray to the shadows that linger
In the bowels of a dying Earth

For the strength to break the papal finger
To recieve the fire of Tartarus' hearth

I have in my soul the darkness of salvation;
A desire to evolve and to bring a purging calamity

Thus;
Release me of my humanity



Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2010-06-27 at 16:54

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Doreen Cavazza
To become immortal; that of a God to smite thee. Nice! It feels of vengeance and anger, the need for power. Very strong words.
2010-06-27