A reflection on the flesh, and the fallen nature of humanity.
Written 10.24.2010
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The lord of grasping mouth am I.
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The dead pour from my open maw
My lies put forward, I’ll take all.
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I took from those that once drew breath,
And left naught in my wake but death.
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I seek to gorge myself on more.
Destroy and pillage with my war.
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Not a word of mine is trusting.
Heart is black and of destruction.
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I survey flesh and blood and bone
The poison drips.
And lust to take it for my own
Thick from my lips.
Manipulate the innocent
I look and see.
Then rip and steal ‘til wells are spent
I want for me.
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I cannot have, I cannot get.
My wineskin has long since been slit.
Wine gushes out, splashes the floor
I cannot stay filled anymore.
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None are righteous, not one of me.
Ruined misery marks my ways.
Ruined misery marks my days.
None are righteous, but one in me.
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“Their throat is an open grave, with their tongues they keep deceiving; the poison of asps is under their lips” – Romans 3:14