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[MorpheusSandman]

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A silken veil of bible black you wear;
Covering transgressions unmentionable
And tears that streak a timeless aging face.
Forgetting all memories impregnable
Just bow your head and fold your hands and pray,
Forgiving commissions unfavorable.

But by the word or by your lustrous cloak,
An armored shield against the world,
In the presence of death still no difference,
Avoid the truth in all its evil light
And seek redemption selfishly
And hope you may receive deliv’rence soon.

A coffin laid upon a table closed;
If open I think you may have had to
Face your own mortality
And morality
In the face of the only one who never left,
Though taken.

But judgment I won’t place on you.
It’s not my part,
My way.
I watch in pity,
In love,
And hope;
Faithlessly, but ever still.

But watch, in patience wait, in sadness cry;
But always know inside the guilt.
In the soft intruding breeze and rustling leaves;
Encroaching death of autumn may you feel it.

You leave and shuffle on the sidewalks;
Surrounded by a town of youth,
With arching trees on either side,
Standing as if reaching to grasp,
And point,
Accusingly,
And judge,
And choke;
To tear out your beating heart and hold it up to you
And ask you why you’ve lived.

You shiver, and cover up, and go alone;
Up crooked walks,
Down darkened streets,
Arriving home, upon a step, and face a door;
Awaiting,
Menacing,
Ready to devour and never let go.
A hell at home eternal to suffer.

But there I’ll be;
I’ll lean over and watch you.
Cry for you,
And with you,
And wait
In patience
And hope;
Faithlessly, but ever still.