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One Judge to Judge

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dead tree 3Words slash against the heavens in insult and bitter shout.  No mercy.  No empathy.  Only cold and destructive touch to caress the moment born of last.

Judgment reigns and ever reeks.  Confession for the soul not owned.   The stench of waste to overpower.  Control demands of mandate bile to heap upon the pile. 

One set of rules.  One judge to judge.  In arrogance the attitude of dashing stain.

Trust betrayed.  Truth mocked in spittle spray.  No cloth to dampen.  Only tissues of utter despair to wipe the walls in story told of the history once defined to be.

Shadows fill the day in whispers made of sin.  No sun to shine.  No birds to sing.  The ascension of wrongs to devour the gentle breeze of yesterdays lost in once upon a time.

One set of rules.  One judge to judge.  In arrogance the attitude of crushing disdain.

In flights of thought and worries more — no answers touch… no reason sowed … the words of harvest feed upon the innocent soul so mocked and left in withered silence muted.

Anger’s birth.  Seed of demise.  Hope dashed in vast delight.  A world evolved in destructive path.  Crushed spirits to pave the trail sunken in muck and rank decay.

One set of rules.  One judge to judge.  In arrogance the attitude without refrain. 

A sin of betrayal.  A sin of cruelty harshly inflicted once and again.  Oh yes, the righteous attitude so proudly donned in crowned tarnish and spiked venom slithering .  A stigma of toxic shame to carry throughout all eternity and beyond in the never-ending of forever and just one day more.

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For Me

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IMGA01051by  Carrie K. Hutchens

I call into the night begging to know why truth is used as a sword to pierce my heart, as lies dance in such delight.  Oh such delight.  Such dancing.  Such laughter to reek against the skies and shatter the goodness of all thought.

The tears blind me.  My cheeks burn.  The sobs of betrayal so intense to crush any hope that might have ever been or might to ever be.

Is there even a chance of tomorrow for me?

The soft voices of offer give guise.

Sweet words of hopeful promise tease each breath ever given this day or even before.  Who said they were not to be what they were meant to be?

Is there even a chance of today for me?

I cry within the night begging to know why truth is so readily dismissed and why lies are left to feast and devour.

Who called this banquet to tease and to test this humble servant of the Lord of all good?  Who indeed blessed this evil offense and in glee grabs a stolen win?

Is there even a chance of a moment for me?

Is there a tomorrow to come or has it been taken in celebration of still another soul left to wither in agonizing pain of truth crushed and no justice to remain? 

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