The Merciful

My Poem.



The merciful.



He is here..
To not let us fall..
In this mysterious, darkened hall..
The most mighty, the most merciful of all..

Our fate is written..
With black coal on our hands..
For nothing is sharper..
Than the eyes of the believer as he stands..

He stairs into the darkness..
He is in no fright..
He chose to believe..
He chose the path of light..

While his brother stands beside him..
Searching for a way..
Searching for an excuse..
Afraid of what he might say..

Sins, we all have comitted..
Mistakes, we gradually overcame..
To the evil, you have submitted..
Forgotten, your creators true name..

Looking back you realise..
You were no ordinary fool..
You knew your true path..
But befriended a ghoul..

As you lay awake at night..
Thinking of your deep fall..
Insomnia, you cannot fight..
Have you not forgiven yourself at all?


Have you not betrayed, cheated and lied?
Have you not wanted to be purified?

Percieve, through your sences..

To let us fall..
Is to pronounce faith..

We carry faith.. in this mysterious hall..
For whome we give, the most merciful of all.