28.5.12

God have Mercy on you, Poet





 God have Mercy on you

you Pitiful Fool

 Soon you will know what Art is made of

Soon you will burn in Hell

We have made this Camp Fire for you

We have made it to build your Soul

from Weak in to Strong

We will give you Every Thing you ever wanted

but we will not be Nice about it

You are ours now

we are Never letting go

The One has been submerged into the All


A Man is baptised

in the Pacific Ocean

that his Call be heard the World round





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves