Ode to the circling fears

I have long feared the lonely days would come. I saw myself in every turn that I was given, but these turns were only living with another someone’s curse or regret. My own path still seemed pleasing though.




I put judgment upon people of both fraud and free. I depict images and motions of them and label them – not by whom or what they are… but their human nature. These images I use let me argue command, harass and protest against those who can be true or intolerable.

Soul by soul and guilt with more guilt my hatred builds more and more. I share this hatred so cruelly with the sinners of all the circles and those of purity just to keep them in balance of pure state.



With fire in my eyes and rage in my blood my infused body of wrath is pointlessly exposed. Dream of destruction and to destroy along with forgiveness and fixing does this make my insanity possible with my anger. For this dark power I barrow deserves a pay of my life and pride.



The pride is not yet taken nor given but destroyed. My will falls under and I feel enslaved to hell so soon with the path still incomplete. Such deep pride can only ruin a man so far to hides himself till he bares treachery.



Is it a sin to kill a sinner, to die by my sacrifice for love? What is the limit of treacheries icy cold road into judecca? Mite I carry this sore part of mine threw my inferno till paradise.



This path haunts me and I have long feared so. Maybe one day my lost friends and old loves will be found with a good piece of and angel’s forsaken magic.