Saint Of Sin - Poem by Josh Weiss
On the other side of reason,
Beyond the site of fate,
Something other than what we want,
Lies something all must hate.
For in opposite, alongside,
Reason in symmetry has with it fury,
With one blessing comes yet a curse,
And it is this within man that man must worry.
It overwhelms the mind,
Suffocating the light of clear thought,
Clouding in darkness anger lurking,
Keeping the being deeply distraught.
The irrational becomes accepted,
The fire within burns the soul,
Anger suppressed always rises like heat,
Boiling blood the dark color of coal.
It writhes and screams,
It quakes tension into the air.
A want to vanquish everything around,
That want to burn without a care.
The climax is reached,
A furious deed is done.
With anger now subsided,
Where can you now run?
For reason returns always,
In the cooling of the fire,
And something dreadful finished
Comes with the retreating pyre.
The duality mocks, uncontrolled,
Anger seems to somehow win
Against our reason, that feeble truth.
Thus is created the Saint of Sin.
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