Altar Case Shun

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    Altar Case Shun
    Do the devout become blessed by default
    Through practice, believing and trust
    Could ever I aspire to unlock this rustic vault
    By my soul's divine purpose
    Is all that has come to pass for naught

    Am I a cog forged of heavenly fire
    Designed for a device so pristine
    Built to metamorphose forgiveness from ire
    Or could I be destined for the glean

    Should I be asking these questions
    Is my mind so capable
    I believe there are just some lessons
    That are best left kept off the table

    When these thoughts rush
    Synapse to synapse
    I becomes ensnared in soul traps
    Then escaping becomes a must

    So I think to my self out loud
    I contemplate so no one hears
    While I consecrate my ignorance
    I embrace speech for deaf ears

    I embrace for tears
    For scores of wasted years
    For pain that sears

    I doubt my own purpose
    And so I shun the altar.

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    sk commented on Altar Case Shun

    03-25-2009

    Wasn't sure about the intent of this poem until I enlarged the picture of the bible...found the picture to be offensive and soooo incorrect! The poetry however, is well written, even if I don't agree with the message...agreeing is not necessary to judge quality of writing.
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    AIXA commented on Altar Case Shun

    03-24-2009

    Fantastic and spiritual poem!
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    joker88 commented on Altar Case Shun

    03-18-2009

    This is just simply marvelous. Well done"10."
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    Kalonji commented on Altar Case Shun

    03-18-2009

    Pretty Good
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    Bwyn commented on Altar Case Shun

    03-03-2009

    This is a downward spiral if I evah seen one. Seen one and yes you are not alone.
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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