Heavy Warning

My heart's prolonged earth bound life is naught but a besieged soul given another day to attempt a repent posture,I can't begin to bend... I simply can't strike that forgiveable pose. The congregation of the one I adore never accepted the tormented earthly version of me, how can I be expected to accept their back stabbing gossip withheld mercy? 

       Their words breed another generation of forked tongue allegiance. Their words are a violent epitaph of dreary hell storm cast weather! Besieging the gates of heaven on the behalf of illegitimate debt intoxicated souls rather than those who are enamoured by injustice.

In earnest anticipation of,
Another day guessing heart game...