~~~ Leaven ~~~ Poems

Sacrifice unto me
The animal of thyself,
That tainted clothing
Of thy pride and flesh.
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In the stillness of thy mind
Let a righteous wind blow
To give unto thee
The second breath of life,
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Like the grains of sand in an hourglass
Descending to their rest…

Pure souls of divinity
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Calm the recklessness in thy mind,
And bringeth thy boiling blood
Back to a simmer.
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Should I give unto thee appleseeds
With which to plant an orchard,
Would thou not also partake
Of the fruit it should yield?
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Raise ye not the hammer of crucifixion
To pierce the hands of my son,
For the sins ye thus engage today
Strike the stake upon the head,
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Beware ye
The violent tempests of the heart
That rage through the flesh
Among men,
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Be ye not troubled by the trespasser,
For my hand is upon their heart,
And upon yours as well.
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Breaketh ye the idle mind
That runs with blackened vengeance,
Like the warhorse
Through the village of the past,
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Beyond the veil of mortality…

Thy distraction, in the spirit,
By thine own vengeance,
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