The Winter is First by Andrew Hahn (bookstand for reading .txt) 📖

/> The dark cold place of animosity---
OBLITERATED!
Bring it on, bring it on,
Bring on the acrimony.
Somehow the blood stained my hands.
Somehow I taste the blood of man.

But You wash it away,
Wash it away,
Yes, You wash it away.


Like Burning, This War is Mine

And I heard it like burning----
The sound of your voice
Blisters my ears, destroying my
Aural nerves forever and ever.

And I saw it like burning----
The sight of you fractures my
Eyes from their sockets, impairing
My vision forever and ever.

And I felt it like burning----
The wrath from your lips
Cutting at my wrists
Spiraling downward forever and ever.

And you will watch me fight this
Stronger than anything I’ve
Been to war against.
I will repent after this
War is mine. This war is mine.

I am determined to take no prisoners.
I’m gonna fight this,
Yeah, watch me fight this
Forever and ever.


The Negative Myth

The dark tales in which we converse
Draw me in with twisted dialect and
Turn one world into another mystery.
The darkened clouds float overhead
Across the darkened sky.
Their shadows consuming unsuspecting prey.
It’s nothing more than a negative myth.

Don’t fill my mind with sorrow;
Don’t fill my mind with sadness.

It draws me closer and swallows me,
The negative myth.
Dimmed distance, voices cry out
Enveloped by the wretched on
That causes such evil times,
So stop the noise.
The agonizing cries of the suffering are near;
It traps me. Help me. Help me!

Don’t fill my mind with sorrow;
Don’t fill my mind with sadness.

I’m just trying to make it by
But get trapped up in the lie…
The negative myth.

It tears through me like shattered glass.
My soul is bleeding through my eyes.
The scarlet river runs atop my nose
Falls to the ground and dies.


This Hell

Get this hell out of me!!
Break its grasp because I’m
At my breaking point, about to
Lose it all. Suffocate.

Get this hell out of me!!
The swelling of transgressions
Scheming to implode in my chest.

Oh, God!! Take a knife to the throat
Of this demon and cast it to black.
I never want to see it again!!


My Menagerie

Would they look inside and see You
In my menagerie
Amidst the turmoil and trial?
Would they see the pain
From playing the world’s game
Where in every loss we record in the file
Of a life full of sin?

But it’s my prayer that they would see
An Exotic Creature,
Pure and undefiled.
Your colors shine bright in their eyes
To unveil something glorious
A life under the protection of the Shepherd.

The glass menagerie
Confirms who You’re said to be,
The prophesied,
The crucified,
The glorified.

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Publication Date: 01-23-2010

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