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it is as black as it is white
by Samantha Shawi rage against
my own flesh
deeply prehistoric
these roots are
divine purpose
lays disheveled
this is
what we have become
ashes remain of
what we have touched
lost before self-awareness
blinded by every
preconceived notion embraced
souls haunted by
thirst unquenchable
desensitized to
our own stench
stewing in
oppressive filth
as our darkest
natures lurk
devouring our
ability to see
The Truth
so deceived
we justifiably
defile ourselves
heaping ashes on
top of our heads
ignoring His presence
unaware that
we sit in ruins
its existence undeniable
despite what others say
this moment
will pass
whether You
choose Him
or ignore Him
You have made
Your choice 01/13/2008 Posted on 01/14/2008
Copyright © 2024 Samantha Shaw
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/14/08 at 12:08 PM Awesome! May all the doors set before you in 2008 swing open at your approach and blessings, blessings, blessings overtake you at every corner of turning. Going in my favorites. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/14/08 at 03:08 PM ...yes, samantha, there is a Christ through all this 'blue ball' we call earth and the beings inhabiting it...annnd with our[what Vonnegut calls big brain disease]mankind has been steadily putting "stuff" asunder, good write, heavy...peace, chaz |
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