Ravenous
Frustrated by blindness, the fool stumbles over his own understanding and not of beer, for the wine of wrath be his own ignorance.
Their eyes grow weary
Enraged with fury
Have I ever seen a heart so tainted
Your tongue giveth them lies
While your grin is revealed
Your plot of destruction
Will take all that you yield
For your time is but a moment...
A component of your poison
Is a delusion of safety
That which you are is the reason you hate me
But that which I am makes you love yourself more
The greater is lessened
And the lessened made great
A foresight of bestowment
Recognized a second too late
Sends one in confusion
Before stones of fate
These are the works of my hands
That were made with love
As innocent as infants
And precious white doves
A gift unto you
Like the Son from above
I give you my all
But it’s still not enough
Your thirst for excess
Removes your good thanks
Until you’re left with nothing
But a reflection, a shadow, and the thoughts you must think.
About the Creator
Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer
Poetry & creative writing based on having an unbiased perspective of perspectives. Spiritual Theories and Transformation of one's own consciousness.
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