The Acquiescence
Am I not man to stand the pain?
Open up the gates of torture!
Endless flames may burn my flesh,
may in my soul be a real scorcher!
I will endure the hurting ache!
So tear away the scurf of scars
- unhealed deep wounds in my own heart
engraved like deadly memoirs.
Oh like a fool I longed to see
what couldn’t last, as wise man says.
I remember all the afflict
on which long years oblivion lays.
I stand and open my arms wide
to feel the power of nightmare.
Come thunderbolt of madness, come!
Embrace me horror, hug me scare!
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