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Born of Mercy - angbwild

Aug. 29th, 2012 01:19 pm Born of Mercy

Dissatisfaction turns like a piece of meat on a spigot in my gut. The hot summer air basting and broiling all emotions once found inside this now hollowed shell. There is a restless quiet to my life that boasts of the still one feels before the A bomb hits. Those futile seconds where all is silent and still and you feel the impending doom like flea bits on your scattered nerves. You know...You know in the dark that it is there...even when it is not seen, it is always felt. The hair on the back of your neck starts to raise and your stomach tries to take refuge in your feet and you look to the dark sky and wait. Wait for the next catastrophe to reveal it's self to you, to take shape, to boil out the hard cut edges of what will remain, defined by the blast of a thousand misled accusations, the roaring thunder of missed dreams, the silent screams of a soul bound. I will not let this darkness be my eternal prison. I am light. I am of light and like a phoenix I will rise from the ashes of you. Behold mercy is born

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