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This poem is the best way that I can describe my seemingly "extreme" views on morality and purity. Read each verse as a seperate poem as each has a different rythum. Its depressing and harsh, I know.
Why did innocence have to die?
A small girl gently sleeps in her mothers arms. She softly runs her fingers through her perfect hair. Tenderly gazes upon her untouched face. So sweet, so pure, so uncontaminated. The very image of her creator is evident through every breath. So innocent yet so fragile.
A little older she has become, a little more she has seen. A little more she has done. But her soul still sings. Her spirit still flies with her body untouched. Her mind still so naïve, her heart full of love. For those around her, all the things she sees. For she knows not what daemons bring. The Lord looks down on this girl with a smile. And everyone near her can see God as well.
More years pass by but things arent as bright. The sweet little girl who once loved everything, everyone, every being, all at once, has turned against herself, betrayed her soul which now cries out loud but it goes unheard as she continues to die from inside out. Her once perfect skin now covered in ink, in representations that mean nothing but death to the one who made her, loves her, held her hand. But this girl chose to give into sin, to leave her maker in pursuit of all that is fake and all that leads to death. And now her bodys tainted and stained, filled with pain but she thinks its all for creativity, originality. Metal meets flesh through holes in her skin, but she doesnt see that these holes pierce deeper than she knows, cause the crying stopped, her soul too weak to scream. Beaten and abused it lies in her heart motionless hoping for something to renew her, forgive her but her hopes are in vain. For this once pure creature sleeps in sheets that are stained with blood, stained with disrespect for herself that gave all away to men she thought she loved, she thought would make her life perfect and she was wrong but her prides too strong.
Now God looks upon her and he cries, his heart pounds with pain as he grants her every breath. Watches her soul as it slowly dies, softly cries alone in the dark surrounded by evil, surrounded by pain, tainted with ink, metal, and men. This girl who once loved all, now hates. This soul that once sang now weeps. This mind once so naïve, now knows the very pits of hell and for what? For what did all of this bring her?
Why did innocence have to die?
Why did innocence have to die?
A small girl gently sleeps in her mothers arms. She softly runs her fingers through her perfect hair. Tenderly gazes upon her untouched face. So sweet, so pure, so uncontaminated. The very image of her creator is evident through every breath. So innocent yet so fragile.
A little older she has become, a little more she has seen. A little more she has done. But her soul still sings. Her spirit still flies with her body untouched. Her mind still so naïve, her heart full of love. For those around her, all the things she sees. For she knows not what daemons bring. The Lord looks down on this girl with a smile. And everyone near her can see God as well.
More years pass by but things arent as bright. The sweet little girl who once loved everything, everyone, every being, all at once, has turned against herself, betrayed her soul which now cries out loud but it goes unheard as she continues to die from inside out. Her once perfect skin now covered in ink, in representations that mean nothing but death to the one who made her, loves her, held her hand. But this girl chose to give into sin, to leave her maker in pursuit of all that is fake and all that leads to death. And now her bodys tainted and stained, filled with pain but she thinks its all for creativity, originality. Metal meets flesh through holes in her skin, but she doesnt see that these holes pierce deeper than she knows, cause the crying stopped, her soul too weak to scream. Beaten and abused it lies in her heart motionless hoping for something to renew her, forgive her but her hopes are in vain. For this once pure creature sleeps in sheets that are stained with blood, stained with disrespect for herself that gave all away to men she thought she loved, she thought would make her life perfect and she was wrong but her prides too strong.
Now God looks upon her and he cries, his heart pounds with pain as he grants her every breath. Watches her soul as it slowly dies, softly cries alone in the dark surrounded by evil, surrounded by pain, tainted with ink, metal, and men. This girl who once loved all, now hates. This soul that once sang now weeps. This mind once so naïve, now knows the very pits of hell and for what? For what did all of this bring her?
Why did innocence have to die?
