More scribblings from the archives and addled mind of mine (ancient history from 1984)…
Though your sins be as Scarlet, they shall be as White as snow.
Though they be Red like Crimson, they shall be as soft as Merino wool.
I came for you my sweet angel of mercy.
You who appeared to me as if in a vision.
And guided me to your presence.
You said unto me, go to the believer.
Raise him up, atone for what you have done.
And yet, it seems, he told others as well
And they swooped in and swept you up,
Swept you up and away from me.
Because you were unworthy?
Or because my passion was to frightful?
Do you not think I know my frailties, my weaknesses my rage, my jealousy and my possessiveness?
I have always known…
Why do you keep on dangling the promise of salvation before me.
Why do you keep offering me hope?
Why do you torture me so?
Why wont the pain cease?
Is it because you want me to acknowledge there is only one answer!
Is that the case?
The answer I have been avoiding.
The answer I have been running from for so many years.
Well, I will not run any more!
So much misery, so much pain.
For how many life times?
I will not run any more.
In the world.
There’s only one way to find my salvation,
One road to follow for atonement for sins real or imagined.
I must take the leap of the edge of the crevice.
Fall into the abyss,
be consumed by the all engulfing darqueness.
This world will be purified.
This universe must be cleansed.
THIS WORLD MUST BURN!