lucifer_sam

Still far ahead the light still glows;
Its power shines and brings me woes
Of an ancient time
When men were good,
And maidens fair,
But now long since passed
When evil there,
That God himself
Shone on the frame
Of Abraham's light and love
And stars that shine far, far above.

"My heart grows weary
Of those that sound
And bring their malice
To hallowed ground."

Can they not see?
Can they not hear?
They bring the devil me
And me his ear!
They bid me speak,
To drive him down
And drive him back
Below the ground
And punish him still,
"For that is what thy Lord did will."

I wish and hope and dream today
That evil had not come my way,
And I been born an elven prince,
Or surer still, a dying saint,
So that I could pass beyond these lands
Without fear, want, or taint,
But that is not my fate today.
I was not chosen to go that way.

Now I know what lies ahead
The road it darns my weary feet,
And brings upon me sickness
And death, should I meet.
Still I cannot go back down
Where the devil lies, below the ground.
He bids me rise into the sky
Where I gain more light than try,
And follow Him, whenever I can
To bring the light back to my land.

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One way or another, life fucks us all; adulthood is the realization that you can't do shit about it when the time comes.

Double X

I like it, I can hear a melody (poppy melody though) when I say it.

What genre was it supposed to be?

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lucifer_sam

The poem genre.

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One way or another, life fucks us all; adulthood is the realization that you can't do shit about it when the time comes.