weary, crusted eyes slowly open
sharply fixed on the horizon
skies on fire saturated with orange
damnation advancing to purge my soul
recompense coming
cognoscente of my iniquity, I cower
cloaked in bitterness and contempt
justice will come quickly
angst becomes fury becomes rage
many attempts at divine existance
a jaded, disgusted shell leaves
the precepts leave a diluted chance
betrayed by sanctified self
much closer to hell than paradise
I arise defiant, rebuke the wise
man's wisdom and proverbs impotent
vagabond soul, meander on to new lows
Please tell me what you think
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Your title fits, and the emotions run deep, such a lonely feel to this piece, great writing!
~Rain.
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This whole peice is truely awesome!
angst becomes fury becomes rage
many attempts at divine existance
I love these lines. You have amazing imagery also. Keep up the great work.
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i like it. i like how vegabond goes well with the flighty feel of this. very interesting. very different. original. i like it. about all that comes to mind. enjoyed. nice job.
blu
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"cognoscente of my iniquity, I cower
cloaked in bitterness and contempt
justice will come quickly
angst becomes fury becomes rage"
--although this entire piece was nice, these lines are my favourite. The angst line reminds me a lot of myself
back when I was a rage, that is. This is definitely different from what I've read recently 
it felt like some of those words were meant for this piece because you discovered them ... something like that anyway haha.
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