Some poetry â€œWhat is Unforgivableâ€ From under the steepleâ€™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 spiritâ€™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 deceptionâ€™s depth. Forsaking truth, believing lies, I brought Damnation upon myself all for naught. â€œThe Hubris to Questionâ€ 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 manâ€™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 earthâ€™s heavy duress, Doomed to never achieve eternal goals? â€œDare to Hopeâ€ 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 deathâ€™s silent scream Echo in our heartsâ€™ last, profound beating, And we depart a globe beyond compare.