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The Legend of the Sainted One

Demetri Saint Randrac · 2008-08-27T02:24:28Z

There was this one Supposedly sainted Amidst all the rest Who were thoroughly tainted And all he wanted Was for the world to be pure Unfortunately for some Evil was too strong a lure He watched in horror as some tried to run but before darkness’ embrace they fell away from the Son He could hardly help them As they were their own They were hidden from the light And he was all alone And soon enough Their came that aching pain Brought on by loneliness Darkness seeping into his brain There was a clasp of thunder And the furies began to rage So immense was the noise He had to fight to stay sane And those he once knew Harkened to Lucifer’s call Fueled by the darkness They were fully enthralled And it seemed to him They worsened by the day They spurned companionship They pushed friendship out the way Good was extinct And there was no such thing as love Black crows took the place of pure white doves His heart beat fast And he fell upon his knees Evil in the midst The hounds of hell to be freed They tried to take him Knowing he was the last one Their vision distorted they looked to have a little fun They came to him Making impossible demands And he must have gone mad For he extended his right hand… You tell me What was a little boy to do? Cut off from the world What more could he lose? No one in this world Cared for serenity Nor peace, nor love So why should he? His world shattered His wishes and dreams down the drain His soul was in turmoil His heart was pumping pain This little boy Who believed candyland was a true place Suddenly had the full force Of the world’s cruelty to face He took the dark path And joined his false friends This was the beginning (and even now its not the end!) Many countless deeds of darkness He did Many wrong things He participated in He danced with demons And soon was darker than the rest At all things evil He was the best He topped all the baddies Became worse than all his peers With an insatiable hunger He fed on their fears He grew up mighty Punishing the world with his rage But nothing could hold him No earthly cage Now everyone was bad Some fueled by jealousy and spite But for this one kid There was more to this fight The rage was strong And not without reason Repeatedly cast out After every season How could they hate him This traitorous world? They had made him this way His full anger now unfurled Was there no justice? Was no one kind? Where was the comfort? The peace of mind? Could not this world In all its hatred Find in this boy Something to be sated? Amidst the light He was rejected and spurned Amidst the darkness With harsh words he was burned In a pool of nothing There he lie Hopelessly alone He was left to die He thought over The life that he’d led Of which all throughout Not a tear did he shed He could’ve been a kitten That would have been grand Or on the beach A single grain of sand A beautiful flower He might have made But look at him now At death’s door he was laid And he asked God Why this had all happened to him His life had started off so good Now it was ending awfully grim He remembered when He was just a care free boy Full of innocent excitement Full of boundless joy Climbing trees Planting popcorn in the yard Singing on the playground Collecting pokemon cards Not a hint of family To call his own He accepted everyone But the feeling was not mutual It had to be his fault There was no one else to charge Heartache was all he knew This so called “love” was still at large Back to reality He asked the Lord to take his life Since he was such a hindrance He sought to end everyone’s strife To be in a host of angels In the presence of the Christ! To leave behind the evils of the world And walk toward the light! He said “take me away I’m not wanted at all here” And for the first time in his life He shed his first tears He held no grudges Against the pain caused by you and I He said if it would only help one person He would gladly die Then a voice from Heaven Told him what to do That he could do more good on this planet And nothing was further from the truth So he picked himself up From where he was on the ground And he stood bold against the world And took a few looks around There were many like he Who felt defeated and betrayed And he felt he could help at least a few So now he was glad that he had stayed He still doesn’t know what love is But that’s not important here you see He’s going to make a change Because the world is in great need He’ll still be spurned and burned And heavenly ignored But its not fame and recognition That he’s fighting for He aims to save a world That cares little for his deeds Homeless people across the land He looks to clothe and feed Maybe he could’ve been “normal” Whatever that’s supposed to mean But he would’ve been like all the rest Trying to get famous on some sports team He’ll take this life One of sure solitude He’ll shove his pain in a corner And he will whistle a soft tune And if he ever Sees you full of sorrow He’ll remember a hurt little boy… And will aim to help you tomorrow.

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Fri Jan 09, 2009 1:52 am

Monument Soul says... · Fri Jan 09, 2009 1:52 am

hmm like a few have said already... you barged in out of left field with the modern day aspect to the world...

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