Perdition and Ascension
Voices ringing in my ears such sweet sound,
coated with demonic spices all around,
suffuse my empty chasms and lonely bones
with songs of the dark in my alabaster homes.
Hypnotic melodies swirling around my head
come inside as I lay down my heavy head
with over-powering voices in command
with a sweet melodic urging of the talisman.
“Come ride with me as I take you down
to my rose-colored den where pleasure is found,
where conscience lies dead so ne’er to rise
and all the saints are whores in disguise.
Religion is called pleasure and sin called holy
and moves inside you, so rousing, so slowly.”
Perdition felt good but it burned my feet.
Then voices were heard up above the heat,
and the curtains were drawn to let in the light,
and the conscience found its will to fight.
The God above invited me to his home
where I found refuge from where I had flown;
from the pits of perdition to the hallowed airs
and to the stairway to heaven and up the stairs.
“Hallelujah! I found again the God that I lost
as I reflect back and remember what it cost.”
so sayeth he who lost his way.
I wrote this one for the anthology book that our writing group writes every other year.
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