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janelle barowski |
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I flail in my ocean of sins.
I hope judgement day will come not,
for the day I face the red hot face of reality
will be the day I writh in shame.
For I am not the innocent soul I was.
Was I always tainted,
or had the world had its influence?
Ah but the world I can not blame,
for it was I that held the actions true.
Regardless of fault, and blame and
other ways to lessen the blow,
I will stand alone,
and a part of me hopes redemption will come,
but some greater entity of myself
knows I should spend my days in mental repentance.
For all humanity has its sins, its secrets,
its deeply hidden vices.
But one alone holds the weight and knowledge upon their shoulder.
So whom is a better judge of personal character than thyself?
For the reassurance from others are futile,
societal based assurances.
But the body of your soul knows the truth,
and in it lies truthful judgment beyond peers.
So oh “my lord”, take it upon thouself
to see to my punishment fit and take heed to my actions,
but in the time being, I shall sit in affirmed self-decrepitate penance,
painstakingly aware of the hurt I have caused.
For ignorance would truly be bliss.
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--Submitted by mynamesjanelle on 2013-04-08.
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