The Bitter Reality Poem by Andrew Rainford

The Bitter Reality



On the edge of the Abyss stands,
A withered shadow and whisper of divine creation,
Heart laid bare betwixt scale and stone,
Crushed and bloody it dies,
As he breathes his last and pushes himself out,
Embracing the shrouding darkness.

Falling for all eternity,
Through a life that makes no sense to the furnace of living hell,
A tale woven and told in mockery of hope,
Laughter echoing through the walls of night,
Until that final bitter moment,
When time itself dies forever.

A vengeful God who punishes the guilty,
That harbinger of sinful thought,
From schizophrenic megalomania is born,
An incessant need to control.
To manipulate.
To torment.
Amen to thee Almighty.

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