Thursday, March 11, 2010

Rambleshak musings that I may turn one day into some sort of poem. Deal with it.

sin is the flame that melts our wax
leaves us mishapen
we cling to the warmth of the flame
and it feeds off us
burns us hollow
our beuatiful gold and silver coats
peel and blister
faint and flicker
even as we soak in its warmpth
and as we warm
we distort and flow
and pile up in rivulets until
we reach a low we cannot overcome
and when the flame is gone
we remain calcified in a state
of ruin and shrunken horror
completely incapable of ever
becomeing whole again

till God remakes us in HIs furnace
And puts a new Wick inside us
And remoulds us in HIs image
And promises that one day
When His time is come
We shall recieve a gold and silver coating
The likes of which we've never had before
Which itself will glow like the sun

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