Mini Montage of Writing

Shakespeare Poem

Topic: Suicide

Suicide:
An attribute so foreign,
Yet so familiar.
A stranger who weareth a warrant in his walking hands.
An identity so familiar,
Yet so fake.
It is one who dwelleth not where the light cannot reach,
But from door to door like one who dwelleth from within the fund of charity.
Yet from within thou supposed charity,
Hath be a sin so many hath fallen for and mistaken as a charity that hath been drappeth in words of clarity.
God forgiveth these words that slip from my tongue,
But thou shalt know that the cruelest of punishment come not from nature,
Nor from God himself.
The cruelest of punishment come not only from the hands thou knowest as those of our brothers and sisters, but from thou own hands as well.
As thou words of hatred can puncture like a sword
So can thou hands of man stab and slice all the same.
Salvage these souls, oh, my mighty Lord,
As they hath drinketh not from thy chalice of thou blood, but of a chalice of poison and of lies.
Let their sins be forgiven and forgotten, oh, mighty Lord.
Let such souls find thy peace that hath been so eagerly held back from them in life.
Let such stranger knoweth for what he hath doneth!
I ask upon thy ruins of my armor and sword so broken,
Why thou a stranger such as him cometh to this Earth?
Where he be?
For I will rest not until I hath battled him.
And I will rest not
Until I hath won.