Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

No Picture!

There were no pictures
Lurking in my mind of
My former life before
The angels possessed and
The hellfire blazed.

Instead, I remember only
Terror and the winged
Taking flight on the
Battlefield earth, destroying
What god made possible,
And then destroying god.

Hidden in the ugly
Caverns of my heart
Resides the truth of
Our reality now, that
God is dead, and we
Must deflect our prayers.

The photo album that held
My memories only holds the
Darkened ones now.
In a time of pure chaos,
I had nothing to look back on,
To keep me going forward.

And I'm still trying to get it all back.

3-9-10


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