I Pray July 16, 2009

I pray

I pray for better days

I pray for days devoid of lies

I pray for peace of mind

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I pray for my lost serenity

I pray for my tortured innocence

I pray for a life of love

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I dare not hope beyond tomorrow

I dare not hope for clear blue skies

But I pray for a future, one day devoid of lies

I pray for the rain, which will wash all my sins away

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I pray for diamond skin

I pray for the shapeshifter deep within

I pray for that rogue power

The wisdom to use it

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I pray not for love to receive

But for love to give

I pray for less hate

More acceptance

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I pray for my lost religion

And to that inner goddess guiding me

I pray for starlight in the darkest night

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The night is always blackest before dawn

Or so they say

I pray they might be right this time

I pray, I pray, I pray.

Post-Apocalypse July 4, 2009

It was the day after the Apocalypse

When Eden had come to an empty stillstand

She wandered simply, softly

Through the healing land

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It was the day after the End of Time

When Paradise was revealed cleansed

He wandered swiftly, strongly

Towards her outstretched hand

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She was dewy and calm

Glistening with innocence

Her voice, heavenly balm

Her emerald eyes framed

by the fire of a thousand suns

Her milky skin so pure

He drank from it

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It was the first time he saw her thus

It was also the last

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For from the peaceful revenge of Mother Earth

A Warrior was born

Whose heart turned to stone

The second day after the Apocalypse had won

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This Warrior scoured the Earth

Saving the huddled masses

Loving all with the fervour of the One

Who loves none at all

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This Warrior Woman learned every art

available to man and beast

Her Warrior Man always by her side

Two against the world, she whispered in his ear at night

Two against the world outside

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But after all those years inside

All he wanted to do, was make it out alive

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For she whom he had fallen for

Existed no more

For she, his cherry blossom

Had become a Juggernaut

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The Warrior Woman with the emerald eyes died all alone

The Juggernaut with flaming hair died all alone

And when her soul rejoined the stars

No one looked up, the World kept turning

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For after all, who loves a loveless soul

Who loves a tainted soul

Who loves a soul that’s burning?