God had spoken to me this day

[Sadonis]

God had spoken to me this day;

He told me the world could not always go my way.

He said that my house burning,

And my aching heart yearning

Was all to become past.

The rain cannot last.

Although lost to me was more than treasure,

The burning bones and burning wood--I cannot measure.

God told me I would be tested

And for this I should have rested

Stretched thin and worn my mind became

And I could find no one to blame.

Then God left me without even a jest

Not even enough time to leave me here--blessed.

My aching bones cracked as I moved

So weak my will had proved

Vomit and granite became my sunrise

And then He became who I dearly despise

The church--no longer my haven--I wander the streets

In my eyes the memory repeats

I scream and wither to the icy cold ground

I don't know what I shall do 'till my sanity is found.

My stare became blank

As I realized the plank.

I've walked into an endless hallway

My thoughts leading me astray.

The blackness thins

And a voice begins

Haranguing and ranting of death

Whilst all I could feel is my hot breath

The stench of this place reminds me of home

A place I never thought I could--again--roam.

No music on harps

Only the songs of larks

It cannot be home but rather temptation

Yet this does not bar me from my elation

The angels do not call

My knee does not skin when I fall

If it is demons then I owe them no debt

For my sun has finally set.

Edited June 16, 2007 by Sadonis