She died afraid for my soul… She went to her deathbed thinking – I would be lost to her forever, doomed to writhe for eternity in the fiery agony of sinners and nonbelievers. She loved me as much as any blood could….yet…but…because I didn’t believe, she tortured herself with the concept of Damnation and I – of her beloved’s blood boiling in the rivers of Hades, forever separated from her and the love of her savior’s light. She died with that burning image. Leaving me with the tragic guilt - Of being condemned for a crime I couldn’t help but commit… M. L. Michael 01/05/10
she died afraid for my soul
She died afraid for my soul…
She went to her deathbed thinking – I would be lost to her forever,
doomed to writhe for eternity in the fiery agony of sinners and nonbelievers.
She loved me as much as any blood could….yet…but…because I didn’t believe,
she tortured herself with the concept of Damnation and I – […]
Every Breath Poetic 