Cruelty and Humanity
- © DONATELLA SIRI CAMARILLA, Nov 15, 2012
- Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
Impurities to insecurities
It was not this body raped
But the culling of faith
By ends split on end
And the calling of fate
That darkness did take the better of me
In trappings that would render
And deprive of splendor
Those who would surrender
To the cruelty and humanity
Ignored by Heaven's defender
That would see them never free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Insecurities to immaturity
It was not the mind lost
But the dulling of faith
By edge across edge
And the calling of fate
That I did take in the bitter for all to see
In blasphemies that distort
And niceties it would thwart
Those too meager to retort
To the cruelty of humanity
In a heavenly court
That would keep them from being free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil show
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Immaturity to impurities
It was not the time spent
But the culling of faith
By point piercing point
And the calling of fate
That darkness was like a stone to the shattering of me
In pieces now lost
And a spirit like Faust
As one not ready for the cost
To the cruelty of humanity
Like Heaven's exhaust
That would never let one be free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate
- © DONATELLA SIRI CAMARILLA, Nov 15, 2012
- Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
Impurities to insecurities
It was not this body raped
But the culling of faith
By ends split on end
And the calling of fate
That darkness did take the better of me
In trappings that would render
And deprive of splendor
Those who would surrender
To the cruelty and humanity
Ignored by Heaven's defender
That would see them never free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Insecurities to immaturity
It was not the mind lost
But the dulling of faith
By edge across edge
And the calling of fate
That I did take in the bitter for all to see
In blasphemies that distort
And niceties it would thwart
Those too meager to retort
To the cruelty of humanity
In a heavenly court
That would keep them from being free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil show
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Immaturity to impurities
It was not the time spent
But the culling of faith
By point piercing point
And the calling of fate
That darkness was like a stone to the shattering of me
In pieces now lost
And a spirit like Faust
As one not ready for the cost
To the cruelty of humanity
Like Heaven's exhaust
That would never let one be free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate
It was not this body raped
But the culling of faith
By ends split on end
And the calling of fate
That darkness did take the better of me
In trappings that would render
And deprive of splendor
Those who would surrender
To the cruelty and humanity
Ignored by Heaven's defender
That would see them never free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Insecurities to immaturity
It was not the mind lost
But the dulling of faith
By edge across edge
And the calling of fate
That I did take in the bitter for all to see
In blasphemies that distort
And niceties it would thwart
Those too meager to retort
To the cruelty of humanity
In a heavenly court
That would keep them from being free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil show
Calling to fate
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
For cruelty and humanity
I could not know the difference
For humanity is cruelty
That in spells bewitch that which they incant
For humanity is cruelty
I would not beg indifference
For cruelty and humanity
The cycle of cruelty
Lash out
The culling of faiths
By the calling of fates
Lash out
The cycle of humanity
Immaturity to impurities
It was not the time spent
But the culling of faith
By point piercing point
And the calling of fate
That darkness was like a stone to the shattering of me
In pieces now lost
And a spirit like Faust
As one not ready for the cost
To the cruelty of humanity
Like Heaven's exhaust
That would never let one be free
Bringing to the culled state
The vines of evil grow
Calling to fate