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An accursed soul so begot unto this world hath been given new life in breath of one purified only through trials handed upon them, cast in unholy brass, rusted by impure bloods.
An accursed soul so forged into his name that the birth and god-given name be not enough for this molding. To spite the Lord most high he cast himself into new lights and eyes. Delight in being a monster, a demon, a wretched thing destined for naught but torment and he so thrived upon this fate!
Turning a gift of word into a lecherous tongue to twist; to beguile those that might hear him. The Snake! The Scorpion! Only these things might symbolize his cruelty, his Poison! These signs he. . . accordingly. . . was birthed under.
An accursed soul born of his own lament, that sentiment he so swore was ne'er 'twixt his flesh and bone! Held so dearly in his breast. . . . Every evil he committed, to push further that plunged dagger, and twist serpentine blade. The blade of woe of ones own making. He was the blacksmith to his own device of torture. And the inquisitioner, that so cornered him through unanswerable accusations that he must stand guilty before! And the judge. . . the hand of God himself, the God he so despised! He exacted holy judgement on himself for the fight he played against holiness. . . and revealed in it.
Now that soul is undone. . . . He stands tried now for his long past crimes! He stands tried now! To face judgement he hath already committed unto himself! He stands tried NOW, of all auspicious occasion, that he might stand tried and in that very moment only, and surely in this moment only! He stands tried to be given absolution. . . .
The plea. . . is guilt. 5 years, 5 thousand torments. . . none be enough for what he hath committed. Five years! Five thousand sins! Begot in most malicious manner. . . . "He is a being of evil!" "The devil has taken him!" " (He) is Evil Incarnate!" His victims cry upon the stand of testimony.
He stands so accused, and with not but one tear in his left eye, and the right aflame! He denounces every act he hath so committed unto those so long ago taken and abused. He shall not beg forgiveness, he shall not! He is undeserving, regardless what evils he hath done unto himself to right those done unto others! Evil begot from evil is not reconciliation! The verdict must be pure!
His sentence. . .
A life-time of happiness, with the only one that could ever love so accursed a soul. A lifetime! To sit across from the woman he harmed in the greatest ways. For a lifetime! He shall endure her unwavering love and affection, through all that he has done! He shall have utter forgiveness, though never shall he forgive himself!
After that life has come and passed, he shall be born again, his own cross of blood and nail and treachery then not borne upon his back! Should he forgive himself. . . he shall be absolved.
This is his damnation! He has through his entire life thus far condemned himself! So now we too shall let this be his true punishment. We shall remove from him all reason to condemn, all reason to sorrow! He shall have bliss. . . and ache for it! He shall have love. . . and weep for it! He shall have eternity. . . and mourn for it! These chains are his own creations! We condemn him. . . to his own damnation.
Let the gods carry him to the path of forgiveness. . . set him forth to the next life, in holy cast. Let the next book of his life be in holy writ! Ne'er 'gain in bloodied text and inks. . . . Let the new being be of his so despised 'good', and let him have joy. Oh! Let the true nature of life be shown in this trial! Forgiveness comes to all the damned, the moment they place their foot upon the first cobblestone of the path. However, let them feel the anguish of their crimes, so that they may forgive themselves utterly, and rightly. . . .
~Even in forgiveness, I have been condemned. . . but I am so condemned by my own devices. . . . In time. . . I shall be free once more, and shall ne'er so poorly treat it! I shall be Great, and Good! I shall be everything once so despised for it was ne'er in me to be it myself! I am condemned a sinner now, so that I may become a saint.
Author notes
not exactly a poem. . . but. . . .
