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Prayers of the Fallen
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 01-23-2004


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
Falling down and down and down,
To the realm of insects,
And the needle holes.
Maggots crawling along the ground,
Lying upon glass,
And God's Controls.
I open my mouth to scream above,
Want to hear my words echo.
How many ways is there to say "Help me"
Without carving the words upon my wrist.

Amen.

Inside myself is a little girl praying,
Hear her, hear her!
Hear what she's saying.
I beg of you please, don't reach down to me,
Don't hear me cry out,
But my voice has long faded.
And all that emerges,
From parched and dried lips,
Is a prayer of the fallen.

Amen.

"Now I lay me down to sleep
But no fake god my soul will keep,
For Jesus fell upon the cross,
And God, he died, with Adams loss.
Instead I give my soul to this,
Eternally damned with decadence kiss.
And should a hand reach down to me,
I'll pull them in to eternity,
Caged for trying one last time,
To help what was once so divine.

Amen."

And should a hand reach down to me,
To see the words carved on my wrists,
So many ways I cried and begged,
But maggots have eaten the best of me.
I'm stuck, decayed,
Rotting here.
A prayer for the fallen all I can hear.
Please god, let another appear,
Injected with cyanide,
So I'm not alone in this.

Amen

And when those above,
Suffer the loss,
And worms begin to eat them alive.
When their pain is increased,
And their joy violently raped,
Look into my eyes,
See through the smiling ploy.
Stop the talking you do so well,
And you'll hear the prayer.
The prayer of the fallen.

Amen.

"When you have fallen down to insects,
And all you hear are your fading protests,
And god has died within your veins,
Shushed within the bloody rain.
Look above you and see those walking,
For when you grow too weak for talking,
And finally notice the eyes gazing down,
You will be left to scream without a sound.
For once you fall look up and see,
When pain refuses to let you free,
Know in your heart this twisted truth,
Know inside that I have betrayed you.

Amen."


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06-17-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This is a wake up call for sure. You sound so vicious at times and then you seem so smart at other times. Your intense and sweet(not here). Thanks for another well written poem, Anthony


02-26-2004 Debra Rose    

This entire poem was not meant as something relishing in failure. Instead, it's far different. It expresses my desire to..well...rip people off of their pedastool of blissful ignorance and show them the truth about so m any things. I'm a sadistic, sad little child, but happy all the same (if a philosopher can ever be happy) because I know so much, and realize so much that most people just...ignore. But yes. Let's not go into that. This is supposed to be a type of story, saying "When you've fallen and look up for help, see beyond what I have shown you. Know that behind this smile is the cruelty, and I am the one who has locked you in your rut."

SWOOSHBEE!!
I'm done.


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