An ode to a heartbreak, one you should have seen coming
Yet you got blinded by the fables of hope, of belief, of loving
They say love is how much you’re willing to give up for a person, in sickness and health.
And you gave up, a lot, including yourself.
It’s an ode to a heartbreak, a pretty much foreseen one
That left you in the trenches of depression, with no more strength to mourn
You’ve always been one with tough skin, ready to bear the worst
But the heart muscle was not built to stretch, unless it is sick – just like yours.
This is an ode to a heartbreak, your heartbreak
And one that occurred for far too long, repeatedly, more than you could take
Affliction shall not arise a second time. Affliction shall not arise a second time.
But what happens when everyday for a year, a new hurt for you is designed?
You had never been one to have plans in life – you staggered through most of it.
But this one time, you believed it would end well, you won’t be shattered like your last relationship.
And to be fair, it was nothing like that – only worse.
Leaving your heart with more scars than your skin when you have it cut.
You were taught in school that snakes only hiss and never speak
So when you were met with a python that said “hello my world” you could not recognize it
Or decode how it entwined itself so much in your life, you couldn’t function without it.
And you were always one bent on having labels, yet fell for someone without strings.
This is an ode to a heartbreak, with a pain that only but tore you apart
With darkness worse than death, and tears enough to fill the hole in your heart.
This is an ode to 2020, a year filled with more brokenness than breath
Housing Satan’s evil chuckle, with the worst kinds of despair and death
This is an ode to all the tears you shed this year, you made it out alive.
And if noone mentioned it the past 365 days, you came out of it beautiful in your stride.
This is an ode to your strength, here’s to hoping we never have to muster that much again, or suffer same fears.
This is an ode to my love for you, and the hope that we live through the next year.
This is an ode to your survival.

Passions Against Christ

Another Christmas, but it’s far from merry

Difficult to be when you’re only mentioned in the dark

A celebration I should be a part of, or at least mentioned in

Has been put above the reach of my soul and my heart

Shh, the night should be silent

Ouu, the savior of the world is born tonight

Let the world come to a standstill because of its “savior’s” birth

The people that walk in darkness shall see a great light

But how can a light be seen without a spark?

How would you get the seas if there were no rivers?

See, as important as Jesus is, so was John the Baptist

If I didn’t come first, how would the world be delivered?

Oh, he must be special, because he came to die

But I too was beheaded, with no hope for resurrection

Born a few months before, but asked to mature with such speed

While he took his time to announce his “glorious” intentions

John is a lot like me, the forgotten string of the guitar

Bringing stability and completion, but never the glitter

I too came before, preparing several ways

And was tossed aside at the end, my great memories erased

I am Lucifer, God’s bright and morning star

But you call me Beelzebub, certain I originated from sin

See, that same Jesus you call your master and lord

When he was in heaven, I too was with him

“Here comes Satan and his demons, he must be jealous of Christ”

When I, like Judas, have had my story riddled with lies

See, he sold Jesus, certain he wouldn’t let himself be captured

But the shepherd let down his sheep despite the great powers Judas was assured

I am not the author of evil, I am just like you

Your family calls you the dark sheep, because you’re misunderstood

See, we are alike, for all have sinned

My transgression is not much different from that of human beings

But alas I have been damned, for no real cause

My greatest ever sin was questioning my boss

Banished from my home, cast away like a slave

I was sent down – just like your Jesus – but with no hopes to be saved

Why do you all deserve a second chance, but not ol’ me?

I too deserve a place at repentance, it’s only right you agree.

Why do you all deserve a second chance, but not ol’ me?

I too deserve a place at repentance, it’s only right you agree.