The Messiah

There was a wall that once stood still.

Right now it’s gone, run off through valleys and past hills.

It stood miles high, and rivers wide, and with each day it grew in size.

It lay alone in gloomy weather, and covered secrets in its nether.

It would cast shadows on the grass, and brought up flash backs from the past.

It gave them hope and dreams at dusk,

It gave them drive and length and lust.

Until a man came with vile thought,

Debris and death he proudly brought.

He tore down ages of belief,

He made the wall an ancient myth.

The man still roams the forests green.

He lives unpunished, and unseen.

He must be murdered for his deeds.

He must be hurt and forced to bleed.

He is a monster and a tyrant,

He is no leader but a fiend.

He fed them nightmares every hour, and from their fear he grew empowered.

He will be caught and made a casualty, for his seditious thoughts and foul mentality.

The hangmen will expose their skill,

They’ll ask for more, cant get their fill.

They’ll smite and drill until he breaks, and with a grin, spit in his face.

When he coughs blood onto the crust,

He’ll raise his head and feel bloodlust.

And when his bones begin to creak,

With one last breath these words he’ll speak:

“My breath is short, and I am weary,

But I’ll say this and you must hear me.

I was a king, and now I’m tortured, for that you won’t see the Heavens orchards.

I lost myself without a trace,

When I returned, I was defaced, and when I’m gone from this crude planet.

I’ll fly away and get effaced.

If I fade now, you’ll lose your life, because I gave you trust with strife.

I gave you history and being,

I’ve shown you logic, sense and feeling.

The hatred fueled your old ambitions,

I drove you wild and gave you vision, and I have left you with volition,

Yet you still make the wrong decision.

I gave you life and goals to reach,

I gave you something you could preach.

I gave you something to achieve,

But you are foolish and naïve, and now it’s done, and I must leave.

And though, and though, you know you lost,

When I pass on, you’ll feel the cost.

I gave you roots of love and seeds of passion

But still you shoot the dove without compassion.

I brought you closer to delight,

But you turned back before the flight.

When I am cold and pale in prime,

You’ll see who’s won the war this time.

I was the word of God and I served best,

And I was holy, clean and blessed,

Yet people saw me as a pest,

And put me last, behind the rest.

With anger burning in my heart,

I broke your mythic wall apart.

Well now it’s gone with coals and ash,

And with my act, I stirred this clash.

When I turn bitter on this cross,

You will regret your sacred loss.

And I’ll be far, too far to listen, care or wonder.

Say what you want, you’ve made me somber.

I’ll be amongst the seraphim’s and virgins,

As we get drunk from all your misery and burden.

I will consume all anguish, torment and distraught,

And make all efforts lead to naught.

It will be vengeance from above,

And it won’t matter who you loved,

And I don’t care if you are true,

Because your downfall I pursue.

I won’t forgive you for this scheme,

Because I’m chosen and supreme, as small and fragile as I seem.

To get to me, you’re not permitted,

You won’t be chosen from the wicked.

Since I select and hold the border,

I‘ll send you down to feel disorder,

You’ll spiral down into abyss.

Where you’ll be burnt if you persist,

To cry when whipped and to resist.

While I’ll feel joy, delight and bliss,

As I look down and reminisce.

You’ll feel much worse than me, as I hang bleeding,

So with these words, I go to Eden,

From this day forth, your life will coil,

As you erode, turn green and spoil.

You’re much more ignorant and foolish,

Then I have thought long time ago.

You’re more absurd and shallow, stupid,

Than I have ever thought you were.

You’re all but infidels and heathens, whores, pagans, cretins, fools,

You lost your chance when you have crowned me,

The spikes dug in, while nails broke through and made me one with holy wood.

So from now on you’ll crumble slowly and decay,

From this strike on, you’ll have to pay.

And so with blood upon my halo,

I smirk at you and say farewell.

Because quite soon you will descend to Hades’ in your shell,

And in eternity you’ll dwell, and walk the land of flames in Hell.

You will be cracked, abused and broken.

In times to come you will be sold,

With skin cut off and veins ripped open,

Your heart will turn to age old stone.

And when the reaper drags you slowly,

You will conform and march in line,

With other sinners dressed as swine.

You won’t fight back or try escaping,

The pits won’t offer any safety.

As you sink deeply into slime,

The years fly by in dirt and grime,

You lose the sense of self and time.

And for the rest of pointless being,

Amongst the limbs, the flesh and skulls,

You’ll crawl like animals, agreeing,

Surrounded tightly by the drones.

And there you’ll pray, while slowly spinning,

But your short words will smash like bones.

And you will want to taste beginning,

Alas, your dull life has been sold,

And what’s remaining of your spirit,

Will soon enough convert to mold.”

                                                                                      Ragj -T