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the holy suicide

by blackrose

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once i stood so lonely
somewhere in the distant past
contemplating ancient torments
and the anguish they all cast

i had tried to understand
to learn, to see, to comprehend
to put an end to this stale game
and free myself from all the blame

but my mind hath been bitterly twisted
like a shipwreck never sunk
or a jesuit, heretic,
on holy water drunk

i think i have seen the much sought light
that kindles no mundane delight
but lurid nightmares in the night
of divine, holy suicide...