C'Est Bizarre Poem by Micha Memory Asime

C'Est Bizarre



I've dined with the Christ and Satan,
At the same table.
Each on my either side.
I've got the blessings of each
To do as I deem fit.
I've bathe the devil with the blood of innocents,
Brought Christ the throbbing hearts of the most vilest men.
To live a life, like mine...
Cursed and blessed,
Prayed on and cursed with.
Is nothing ye can understand.
I'm naive and mediocre, wise and loyal, arrogant and ignorant...
To ye lot,
I'm all these and more, from your perspective.
From mine, ye are all lost and wandering
Waiting on me to put ye out your misery,
To bless with death's kiss.
I'm the smoke and mirrors
Your soul and worst nightmare,
Christ's right-hand and the devil's backbone.
I'm Mibacai,
Yours maniacal.

Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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