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Love holds no grievances

Tag: Mistake

In Pain

I dreamed of killing raging God,
And then I dreamed that I’m awake –
From dream to dream illusions brought
The pain – the proof of my mistake.

The sweetest pain, along with time,
The strongest witness against God!
Proving existence of the crime,
Reward, for which I’ve always fought!

Excruciating beyond hell,
Constant companion of mine,
Intoxicates the bloody smell –
I am in pain through my design!

I slit my veins, with drops of blood
Draw tiny circle around me –
A place where God will enter not –
To be in pain, or not to be?

 

The Moment of Temptation

As I go now about this task
I do condemn myself to death
In blinding rage on put the mask,
And I believe that it’s this breath –

This is my life, this body’s me,
I’m mortal shell about to die!
Still praying of not letting be
True nature, purpose, love of mine.

And I am raising against God,
Thinking my will can conquer His,
For eons I this battle fought
I laugh at very thought of peace!

It’s such a shame I am so lost,
Yet there is always choice to make:
This pain accepting as my cost,
Or to wake up from my mistake.

Second revision

Sonnets of Love: The Love in Me

I know it well, it is the first time not
When I’ve been tempted, made mistakes and so
I just go on, knowing  my path is true,
And don’t look back, on my path towards God,
And just enjoy the ever growing glow
Of love in me, which always includes you.

Crusaders of the Truth

In these tough times of darkness so obscure
We need protection from imagined sin,
We are to follow those only who matured,
We’re not allowed to look for truth within.

Crusaders of the Truth will show the way:
They will attack the sinners of this world
Who dare through wicked teaching lead astray
The sheep who blindly follow what they’re told.

Crusaders of the Truth won’t rest in peace
Till every sinner of the world’s exposed,
Their Holy mission – showing where Truth is,
Stomping to dust the ones who Truth oppose.

But in these times, which are indeed obscure,
Crusaders of the Truth themselves’re opposed.
In times when even teachers’re insecure,
In times when Son of God can be so loathed,

In these dark times the flock must guided be
By Voice of God – Martyrs of Teaching Pure,
Who won’t allow the lies of sin to be,
Protecting from Crusaders’ sly allure.

And so they fight, and viciously at that,
And flock has been forgotten long ago,
Neither Crusaders, nor Martyrs will let
To halt the growth of egos – so they grow.

How much importance are we to assign,
To understanding not our “holy” ways?
Are we too blind to see so clear a sign
That it’s our fight, which ego stronger makes?

Are they important so, ways of this world,
That we will kill our Self in name of them?
We’re deaf to Voice, which to us clearly told –
We’re not to slaughter God’s innocent lamb.

No matter! Voice of God does grow so dim,
Crusaders of the Truth are fighting on
With such persistence, gruesome and so grim,
Until the last mistake (judge they) is gone.

Indeed, the Voice is dim, the truth’s obscure –
Martyrs of Holy Light will fight the same,
For only they hold teaching true and pure,
And so they teach – through anger, hate and shame.

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