Step to step. Arm in arm. Hand on hand. Heart with heart.
Can you hear it?
The hail Mary of the streets.
Full of grace it truly is.
Graceful to me it truly is.
I can see it all, the buildings that sway to my command, the cats and daags that used to be cats and daags. The cockroaches that were me. I can see it all. Even now as the blues and reds flash towards me. But I'm fearless. Didn't I tell you I ain't scared. Ain't scared of shit.
But you don't know me, they don't know me. I'll introduce myself to you... maybe...one day... Somday... Jus not today. Today I'm fearless. Fearless of the scars that will become, fearless of the future that I will behold, fearless of the crown; of the sword; of the armour that will adorn me, fearless of the power that I will control, fearless of the ferals, fearless of the evolution, fearless of the sins that will come upon.
Fearless of the blessings in disguise as sins.
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not to temptation.. (HA!)
But deliver us from evil... (Ha ha ha!)
This is my final prayer, my promotion has come.
Blues and reds don't scare me.
The make a mockery of me ay?
I'll show them...
Forgive me father for....
I will sin.
I smile.
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Heavy is the Blood! The Blood That Spills.
PoetryThe Rise of the character that we all want to be maybe not be. Short story, diary, poetry. This is just the beginning of a journey so real. The first part of the rise out of five. 1) Heavy is the Blood 2) Heavy is the Armour 3) Heavy is the Sword 4)...
