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Date Posted: 05:40:53 03/15/03 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB06a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.168
Subject: Re: Like A Mercenary Of God.
In reply to: Pegasus 's message, "Like A Mercenary Of God." on 08:50:28 03/11/03 Tue

Heartfelt words

Strong imagery that resounds its effect

'the golden nails in my pocket
cast an ironic sound,
that ricochets through my mind'

Raphaela

>Like A Mercenary Of
>God.
>
>On a redeemer's tread
>I come to Thee,
>while the winds blow from above
>an unknown voice reclaims
>what is not to see,
>as I drag along death six feet behind,
>while fate whispers litanies of lies,
>in between leaden footsteps
>that resound like the gunshots
>of a solemn salute.
>
>Not a single soul
>knows or sees
>what pain embraces my heart,
>as my scarred shoulder cries the blood
>from carrying the cross of your salvation
>and the golden nails in my pocket
>cast an ironic sound,
>that ricochets through my mind
>like bouncing bolders in a deadly avalanche,
>rushing down from the mountain,
>that could not be moved
>nor evaded.
>
>Upon my entrance
>there will be no way back
>and the task committed to me
>will be executed secure,
>as a Mercenary of God
>I'm the messenger of the unspoken
>and with only an unnoticeable nod
>I will command the mortal Gods
>to reimburse the soil to Calvary
>where it was once taken
>to create your Soul.
>
>I can only hope you've seen my fear,
>as I felt part of me leave,
>to guard you to Him;
>I can only hope you'll return my faith,
>once you're there, safe and sound,
>so I'll be complete again, one day,
>when the memories no longer hurt
>and I will enjoy your presence more
>than I now suffer your absence...

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