1st Degree Redemption, by Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

1st Degree Redemption

I am going to dig

your grave in time

and someone else

will be digging mine—

Mortality is

the only key

to the altruistic

lock of crime.

I made you a montage

of peaceful scenes

to blend in with

while you die—

I hope you shine

beyond the means

by which

your spirit binds.

I wanted more

than the murderous hands

of my grandfather’s

obdurate clock—

When you take a life;

part of you follows

whether you like it

or not.

We are lost in vigil;

rotting in puzzles;

claiming the choices

we’ve made—

And over the years

we eventually learn;

the blood stays on

the blade.

I will be free

from moral rot

when I leave

this shell of strife—

I don’t believe

in any god,

but I believe

in my next life.

(2013)

#Life #Murder #Redemption #Reincarnation

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