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For God in Heaven

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Dark night of the soul, oh how you have come once again.

In all glory, veiled in mystery and beauty,

Seducing all who God grants you.

Oh, dearest lady, how you take me, violate me into submission.

I hate that I burn for you, yearn for you.

And, oh, how I love the misery you drown me in!

Suffocate me, dearest lover, with abandonment.

Kiss me till I foam at the mouth.

Kill me slowly, shatter me swiftly!

Oh, dearest dark night of the soul, come!

Visit me again and again!

You’ve bewitched me, you horrid queen.

Take my faith and hope,

Force me to cling to your breast,

Begging for a drop of sweet relief!

What a devil I have become, so loving lust with your abyss!

Again and again, I cry!

Black joy from my mind till I cry out in climax!

Oh, sweet, sweet agony of abandonment!

Ravish me, again! Over and over!

I beg you to never leave me!

Yet you will, dearest dark night.

Oh, how you will rape me until I desire more,

And then you will leave me gasping for breath,

Clutching fast to the life line of a finally visible joyous help.

In a golden afterglow I will lay.

Bare to all the world.

A new born.

And as I feel alive, my love for you will evaporate.

Perhaps I will write you a thank you note,

So pleased was I how your torturous violation left me.

I will forget the pain.

Ah, yes, dawn has broken, dearest night.

Away you go,

In all your glorious, mysterious veils.

Away to rape another willing victim.

Away till I desperately need you.

Away till I desperately need to feel your hands tearing at my clothes,

Forcing me to submit to your delirious pain.

You minx.

You vixen.

You bitch.

But, oh, how I love you, my dearest lady!

My own dark night of the soul, come quickly to my bed once again!

The covers will be thrown back, the shades drawn.

Let no one, no, let all!

Let all see the glory of your body twisted around my mind!

Kiss me again, over and over!

Let the day be postponed till I can breathe no more.

Let the world gasp in shock,

Their own desires creeping into them till they wish to rush into my bed!

Let the world join us in an orgy of misery and pain!

Glory, glory unto the highest!

Give me liberty in this death!

Beauty, sweet beauty,

Oh, how dark and sinister you are, my lovely lady.

Ravish me again, I beg you!

Damn the sun’s accursed light, stay longer with me!

But how sweet it is when you leave me.

Such parting brings sorrow, my lady.

For glory, glory unto the highest is the divine!

Yet your ways, your hips, your lips,

How they guide me to hate you, to need you.

Dear God, give me night again so I might feel her skin on mine!

Give her the power to take me so I might need you once more!

How twisted am I? To need her torture to feel you?

A sinner loving sin am I,

For I ask for her to bind me over and over till I cry and scream out for you.

Forgive me, banish me!

Send me to hell with her to accost me till I beg for mercy!

Oh, oh how twisted you have made me, Father above.

Weeping for you to abandon me so I might lust for dark, dark night.

And in that night, oh! How I cry out for you!

What Electra am I to desire a mistress so bitter rather than a father so divine?!

Have I been raped enough?

Have I cried enough?

Crucify me!

Burn me!

Electrocute me!

Do anything, everything, to me,

And still I shall cry for the darkest of nights to descend on me so I might just taste the bittersweet loss,

So I might once again beg for your saving.

I am a victim to a higher power, lost in a tangled mess.

Save me not from her embrace, but from the hell I would live in without her, dear God!

Let the world sing and dance in laughter over insipid things, so long as you give me to the darkest of nights!

My soul cries out for that pain so I might just kiss the hem of your robes.

My soul begs for her skin to burn mine,

To break my bones,

To drain me of life,

Just to catch a glimmer of your light.

Dearest, sweetest, cruelest, dark, dark night of the soul come quickly!

Ravish me till I bleed!

Let me be your victim till God grants me pardon!

And once God has moved on, claim me again!

Over and over till God tells you to stop!

Let the devil set me afire,

Peel my flesh, inch my inch, from my bones,

Till I can no longer scream in pain,

Till I can no longer speak,

Till I can no longer beg for more, more, MORE!

Let them have their way with me, if only so that I might be granted pardon!

Dearest, father above, how sick am I to need you so?

In what more ways should I demand sickness and pain so I might see you?

I shall love every moment of hell till I die if I must,

But, please, dear God, let me be at peace in your presence just once more!

Oh, that beauteous moment of soft, soft joy!

That lovely, rosy hue of dew drops dipped in honey!

How glorious it is when nature sings your name!

How I long to hear your voice speak softly once more to me,

To call me home finally.

But not yet, you say.

Not yet am I to return home.

The embraces of the dark night of soul must awash,

Choke me,

Until I can return home.

Love her more than you loved yourself!

Love, love that bitter abandonment,

For it is God who will fill it soon!

But not yet.

Not yet, dear sinner.

Not yet.



Hello, I'm God's lawyer. Please make a public statement telling the world that you have no reason to believe or even suspect that God is a rapist.

By the way, while I'm here, I have to ask, do you enjoy Twilight? Your writing bears a similarity to that of Stephenie Meyer.

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Why would you attack someone who posted poetry on here? You obviously have some sort of personal issue to make such an attack.

Even if it is "Twilight"-esque, which I'm not saying it is, what to you have to gain from attacking it?

Do you feel cooler than Twilight now? Having sought out its modern ramifications and denounced them?

Does that make you in some way better?

You're either really young, or really bitter from life's discourses. Leave this guy alone, and contact a shrink if you need to vent your anger.

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Laurie, you're clearly a very troubled opinionated little sausage, so I'll make this simple for you. The question is where to start? I could point out that I attacked nobody; I could point out that I made an observation about the poem that merely makes reference to what it contains; I could point out that my mention of Ms. Meyer could be seen as an attack on the writing ability of the so-called poet, but it is no way an attack on the person.

Criticising somebody's work is not necessarily an attack on the artist as a person. By your logic, all satirists, comedians, and those who write reviews have personal issues. I could point out that nothing I wrote suggests anger, and you seem to be much more angry than I was, which leads me to think that your post was an example of projection. In short, you should take your own advice about seeing a shrink.

I could do all that, but then you'll just give another silly retort that has very little to do with what I said.

So I'll just thank you for going to the trouble of creating a profile here just to say something to me. Really, I'm touched. :) I would have read your comment earlier, but as you no doubt guessed, I had much better things to spend my time on.

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