Joshua Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane (The Dark So'tho Seer)

In silent suffering.
The cold tone of piano black stabs my soul.
Injecting darkness in its veins.
The ghosts of those I tortured,
Stood mummified by the grace and will of god.
Swiftly through the cold dark air they float.
The yellow-wood tree leaves falls for the winter.
Whistling through the night,
The gloomy greens of the dead arrest my soul.
I hear them howling with echoes of pain.
The hopper I cut lose from its long legs sits paralyzed by pain of loss.
I hear it spits my name in dispute,
"Joshua"
The sane old "why? "
I know not why I find it pleasurable to muse at others hurt,
Burn under their sins.
They say my day will come,
But my day has already passed.
I have witnessed my heart bleed.
I have seen the terrible of god.
I know his sins,
His crimes and evil.
I suppose it's only right that I say I have seen what was in the light of darkness.
Deus carus,
Hath I naked thee?
Forgive I,
But I meant it with no more less respect than a man would have unto an ant.
So forgive my sin as I would forgive thine too.
But forever would I pleasure bathing in the night of pains