Say My Name

My Grace, My Power…

Sickly pale, lounging by the poolside, A musician’s face drew blank, Strumming the delicate strings of An ancient harp, Eyes locked in a pensive state, Daydreaming of the time When heaven cast out the defiant For unfiltered, raw truths Proclaimed sinful to a God, So righteous and pure, Drowned its first sons in eternal shame, Condemned for man’s dissonance, The abominations were deserted By their all-loving father, Banished to the shadows, Devoured by the echoes, Replaying father’s disdain, The wounds are rubbed with salt, Swirling with wickedness, The musician strums graciously, Mesmerizing to all who hears, Its delightful melody teases the envious wind,

“The shortsighted cannot perceive, your notorious identity, broken wings, thrown into the sea, disregarded with divine ease, come on, I know you’re displeased, show these feeble peasants how vicious you can really be. ”

High-pitched screams, Fears the dark melody, Black eyes absorb the light Slowly diminishing,

“Speak my name you fleas, and I just might let you be!”

A small girl recognized a brother’s unrest,

“That’s enough, Lucifer!”

They both drew their last breath.

Happy Friday!🤭🖤

-WR