Point of No Return

There was a time when the memories called to me from the fog of time
Back when we walked together and I could call you mine
There was a time seeing photos of those times brought back to mind
All the good times we had, the love and closeness that did bind
When seeing your tears could still break through my walls
And if you wanted to, all my defenses could easily fall
There was a time, I would still come to the table to speak
Maybe we could find a way forward where we could again meet
There was a time that the flame could be rekindled, embers still glowed
But now there’s nothing. Where there was a maybe, there is a no.

Now, you have gone too far, waited too long, done too little
I’ve got other things to do then wait while your thumbs twiddle
Your words are lies. Lots of lies. Grandeur of delusions in your mind.
You speak and waddle around like you have all this time
But to me, you are all out this time. There’s nothing you can say
No gifts to give, no actions, no possible way that it’ll ever be okay
It would take too long and you have not the resolve, no spine, no heart
To do what is necessary to end this schism, this chasm that sets us apart
You could cry a river of tears, but I could not care less, what do you expect?
Always making out like you’re so precious, innocent, and a stunning catch
When you’re more like overly fragile, insufferable, and delusional
What you sow, you reap. I have nothing I’m willing now to sell.

The flame that once burned is now dead. Buried under a sea
Colder than the north pole, more dead than you could believe.
The only remnant left of what was, is that there is no war
No counter, no striking back, though it simmers in my core
Don’t take my silence for weakness. It’s the only thing left of my love
You’ve managed to turn all I gave into ashes and dust.
Enough is enough. There is no way back, no way through.
No tears or thoughts left for you.

Ruins

There’s nothing left inside but rubble

No way to tell what was before the trouble

First came an earthquake, then the flames

Carpet bombing then end game

For as far as the eye can see

Nothing but shadows and burning seas

The skies, they rain upon the land

A fine soot of ash upon the unfortunate man

This conflict he abode – now is he in woe

If only at one of the many crossroads he said no

Now he watches it slip through his fingers

Any shred of hope no longer lingers

Dust and ashes, dust and ashes.

We all fall and pay hence full measures

Glimpses of heaven before the final fall

Now utter darkness and he feels for a wall

Those few things that survive – gold and silver

May they elude those come to raid and plunder

May one day these undiscernible ruins in darkest night

Be restored beyond their former glory and might

Ruler Over Death

Go, take possession thou miserable wench
Take possession of these lands filled with death
You have won the war, not for great strength
Nor have you with subtilty went.
But for want of peace, the lands are ruined
They wouldn’t fight, even when peace beckoned to it.
Now they smoke and smolder. Nothing left.
You are the great ruler over death.

Win the War

I concede defeat. Moments like these are hard to admit

But reality must accepted or else delusion is consequent

I concede defeat of this battle. I confess my brokeness

The rising sun has now set and left me in darkness.

My heart is broken apart – surrounded by death till I despair

Of ever getting a glimpse of home – of ever making it there.

The death of belonging – the death of happiness and love

Cessation of meaning – questioning God above

And a hideous monster, a beast, a leviathan, a demon.

Emerges in the depths of the internal hell to which I have gone

It tears and ravages what’s left inside threatening to break out

Damage control – we’ve lost all control – we’re on lockdown.

I have, this battle lost. I lie now, left for dead on the battlefield

But I will not die here forsaken. Rise I can, rise I must. Rise I will.

My heart, though broken, still beats inside my chest

And from the depths of hell my soul I will forcefully wrest

Barely alive I am, but watch me to safety crawl.

I may have lost this battle but I can still win this war.

Time will see these bleeding wounds heal and unveil a new man

One with scars of battle and a sword of vengeance in hand

Been as it were to the precipice of death and reborn

Forged in Hell unquenching fire, I will be seven times as strong

I shall rise again – there can and will be no peace

Until the great, dreaded dragon is finally vanquished!

To lose a battle is ineveitable. To lose the war is unforgivable.

Those battles lost are temporal. Wars lost are eternal.

Unbelieving

Your empty prayers rise to Heaven – to the ears of a God who hears.

But He answers not because compelled to answer he is not

You – arrogant fool – living like a devil and claiming heaven’s treasures

Your tresspasses will usher in divine vengeance filled with wrath’s dredges

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But you say, my prayers are answered! So may they have been

But was it God or fallen angels working behind the scenes?

Beware where you stand – even the prince of darkness manifests as light

Just because the door opens, and it feels good doesn’t mean it’s right.

Man shall not live by bread alone, but by the words of God: the edict of His kingdom

Rebellion leads to deception leads to permission of malicious intentions.

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2Thessalonians 2:9-10

Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders, and with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved.