Heavenly Father
27 December 2015
They cried of foul play
That white were black and tar snow
Gyrating tables
They spoke of wisdom
From bottomless pits that stank
Of guileless treason
They heard no sorrow
Gave life no choice founded cause
For death all reason
They kneaded hundreds
Merciless bread for the damned
Agony’s children
They cried and beat stones
Jewels of splendour and loss
In chest that echoed
They raised green idols
That fanned all mildew and spate
Instilled in heart hate
They embraced the dead
Sucking mortified blank breaths
Blankets of glory
They unwound the life
Slow top that reeled unending
Their task dark, gory
Of one the undead
Through pulsating Heart expressed
Words that rang through me
Heavenly Father
Ripped open my Heart’s ribbons
Gifted me to world
One to ten thousand
Ten thousand million summons
Of the ones that swirled
Pretender – Sarah Jaffe
Life is calling – Beth Hart
Soul Shine – Beth Hart
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