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