Thursday, March 18, 2010

Across the desert lies the promised land....

Ab initio - Burnt offerings on clay, cracked with indifference
Parched, dry, heaving breath is labored


Nil Desparandum - hope cloaked in wanton apparition, failing to manifest, longing to breach realities doorway


Mea Culpa - glance down, wayward, composite sketch of God's profile, fleeting into the shadows and fading sunlight. I have noone to blame but myself

Ne cede malis - lead me not into temptation father, for the burnt offerings of my skin will cease to exist

Qui dormit, non peccat - the travesty is we are all awake, but we just dont realize it, until it is too late

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