A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Promised Land Psalm
Dashing hopes
Rain on the pelts
Prayers unanswered but slyly rendered
Whispered like secrets in desperate ears
For it is dry in this desert
A sham of a promised land
And Elohim can’t keep track of my demands
My soul is my hostage, my body a temple, with hairy Samson blinded, chained
Like a mad bastard
If anyone is listening
Keep my words crystal clear,
Let the rocks on the walls crack and scramble
“My eyes are red and dry as I call out to you
Doing the best I can”
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