While God could only watch and the Devil smiled all the while it was an Angel of Death that brought about a temporary peace into my life...
That gentle kiss from sweet lady Death was a sweet, sweet release...
No lips could compare to her soft, gentle kiss as I found myself drowning in defeat...
Never fear Death as it was once on a level so powerful that it took Jesus himself to stop her or so the story goes. Death neither helps nor hinders you but simply means to ferry your soul to wherever it deserves to go to call home.
Death you deserve to be on a level equal to God but alas I know that can never be so as you bear the wings of a crow and not an eagle so I fear we're two completely different types of creations who know of this land called Oblivion....
We are disgusting, ugly creations so Death set us into Oblivion but we are still children of light nonetheless so God did what he could to allow us to return back to his sight. The sacrifice was immense but to Him we were above his own son. Or so it is as the story goes on.
I found peace within that Angel of Death as the crows danced around me in a ****** crying out to the heavens because of the injustice I endured...
Respect Death but don't admire it to the point where your casting people out into Oblivion yourself and remember this much at least:
When you feel that God can only merely watch you as you suffer and the Devil smiles all the while Death will guide you to a place where you might at least find peace in a land I was told was called Oblivion...
Heaven isn't a place for those that **** anything that the Creator has created including harming ones own self so I'm ill afraid to report that I likely won't go beyond into heaven's gate than into an Angel's sight or become nestled within a Stork's jaws to be recast back into life so its Oblivion I await not the sight of heavens gate...
I simply wait for that that beautiful lady Death's warm embrace as she knows how to treat my soul just right as God should've cast me out of his life for claiming what was his by right...
Perhaps, The Angel of Death might be the one to guide me back into the light...
Oh, I know my broken, beaten soul would be one hell of a sight as I dream of the chance of gripping my Creator and beg him his forgiveness but at least I know I'll always have Oblivion when Heaven seems far from my vision...
I'll always have the Angel of Death to guide me back home to Oblivion when Heaven is far from my vision...
This poem does not condone suicide...