“What is Unforgivable”
From under the steeple’s holy shadow
Flight from the confessional fills my mind.
Once more forgiveness I seek, even though
My soul is in a fearful, hopeless bind.
When given the choice between light and dark,
Desperately, I chose with anxiety
My urges, endless and profane, a stark
Contrast to my spirit’s ebbing piety.
Now I can see whither I go alone
Though trembling with every terrible step.
Down this pathway my heart hardens to stone,
Hollowly embracing deception’s depth.
Forsaking truth, believing lies, I brought
Damnation upon myself all for naught.
“The Hubris to Question”
The scholars of the Holy Book proclaim,
To all who will hear, that the Almighty
Is perfect. He will destroy misery.
But is there any pure being we can name
When evil men gather to themselves fame,
And endlessly scorn all divinity?
Truly, what remains of man’s dignity
And, if all are vile, who deserves the blame?
However, if pride gives us cause to ask
For holy justice, then do we possess
The courage to seek in our empty souls
The meaning for every menial task?
Are we, under the earth’s heavy duress,
Doomed to never achieve eternal goals?
“Dare to Hope”
Lofty ideals are indeed beautiful
In the mind, but when to reality
Applied, we boldly tempt calamity.
The truth to be found among the woeful
Wreckage reminds us of the sorrowful
State in which we exist: our destiny
Is found to be of utmost cruelty,
And none benefit save the powerful.
Yet, we abandon not the happy dream,
And we marshal our strength against despair
Refusing to surrender our fleeting
Strength until we feel death’s silent scream
Echo in our hearts’ last, profound beating,
And we depart a globe beyond compare.