Cometh From Death

Like a bird without wings
Or a singer who can’t sing
Like a boxer that can only fight
Outside of the ring
Like a snake that can’t bite
Or a kite without flight
With no wind to uplift
A curse grips me tight
I’m cursed forever, eternally to drift
Never not feeling just ever so slightly miffed
Up in flames, my left wing turned to ash
Ripping away all that made me swift

With only my right wing left
I’m all over the place
My flying apparatus is cleft
No way I could win a race
Can’t control if I go up
Or if I go down
If I stay above water
Or if I fall in and drown
I can only glide beside
Or on top another ride
Having to keep up
With the masters as they stride
It’s a task way too large
For the lord God to give
But he is in charge
I do hope he’ll forgive
When I can no longer keep up
When I can no longer live
When I drink from the cup
A poisoned beverage

With a taste pretty bitter
Not unlike that of my life
In my last moments I feel fitter
Than I have ever before
But then I fall to the floor
All my limbs turn limp
And my muscles feel sore
It’s intensely painful for a moment
But then it becomes painful no more
I rise up from my corporeal body
Then I see before me a glowing door
I approach and I go through
Even though I don’t know what for
It opened right on cue
Could it be another life
That it might lead to?
A second chance at existence?
If so, I’ll show grand persistence
And I’ll hold no resistance
I pray to God with insistence

“Grant mine life, cometh from death
With vigor a plenty and vitality be blessed
Give me a chance, let mine spirit rest
I wish to live a life where I can becometh mine best”

Time to be indoctrinated
Into this land God has created
He decsends upon my spirit
Commanding forth his seraphim
And in a choir they all sing at me
“Your arrival here was always fated
Join the swarm
Join the swarm
Just fill in this form
To join the swarm
Join the swarm
You’ve just signed over your soul
To become a piston
Never ending motion
Within the system
You better hope you brought some lotion
Or you’ll have to lubricate
These cogs and these gears
With your sweat, blood, and tears
As most here are old, dated, and worn”

“But from death also cometh life
So when the system needs you
You shall once again be born
Into a contract you have been sworn
Cursed forever to be a pawn
Under my thumb and in my pocket
You’ll hold an image of me in your locket
For I am holy and rule with my fist
It’s made of gold and all my enemies it’s kissed
One by one they drop like flies
Could make a pile as tall as a sky rise
It would reach all the way to heaven
Every layer another broken soul
In an eternal slumber
A sweet somber lull”

I was sworn to mediocrity
Bound by the laws of physics
Living a life so gritty
I probably had rickets
Because I never saw the sun
Never got the light of day
Not even a tiny dose
Not even one slight ray
Helios had abondoned me
Couldn’t even look me in the face
Left me to rot down in the depths
Stripped me of his grace

But now I reside within the kingdom of God
Amongst him and his angels sitting atop a mighty cloud
No longer am I living the life of an ill and poor sod
Now I hear God’s silent scream whilst the angels all sing loud
Sound that would tear you apart and push you around
A massive, perfect cube of gold floats just seven metres above the cloud
We angels all sit on the edges forming a barrier
And sitting in the middle, God; who we surround

During my shift, I stare up at the sky
Now I can see Helios all of the time
I can stare right in and see within
For I have infinite eyes; verbatim
I spread God’s word
Word for word
Using the energy of the nearest star
Which reaches both near and afar
Which of him now makes me a part
No longer am I, from him, apart
Watching the world
As it gets torn to shreds
And into the sun I solemnly gaze
I gaze so deeply
Into the heart of my prize
Then one after the other
I forget all my cries
From my past life
Each single gaze wipes
A memory from before
Thus destroying all my ties
To that physical reality
I am no longer bound
For this spiritual reality
That I now inhabit
It is my new home
The one that I have found

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.