Sacrificial Confusions
Cursed little angel dreams
that scare away the demons
Fought through every
nightmare scene
to reach the Holy Halo
Pulled it down around her
waist
kissed the center blood there
Held it up above the crown
to pulsate with the fever
Enter the Apocalypse
truth is on the rise now
Cowards with their liar’s lips
start sucking on a tombstone
Here lies what once could
have been
if not for interference
A reference to the righteous
sin
in graves that keep on
giving
High reach for Nirvana’s
realm
no gate to keep us locked
from
Another search for paradise
lost in fires of confusion
Open wide the seventh seal
the key is found within you
Heaven sent eternal life
a safe haven holds the
wounded
Scott
Thomas Outlar spends the days flowing and fluxing with the tide of the
Tao River, laughing at life's existential problems, and writing
prose-fusion poetry dedicated to the Phoenix Generation. More of his
words can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.
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