achingtosever(sub male) |
4 years ago •
Apr 27, 2020
A Chattle is being Alienate
4 years ago •
Apr 27, 2020
achingtosever(sub male) • Apr 27, 2020
I exist for other than the labor of the world,
Each day awake, struggling to suppress a Chattel existence unfulfilled with the dailydifferences Within myself, a struggle for the times, Errors remind me of an existence lived in Faults of my mind, unable to pleasure a Queen So unsystematically I wander through my existence, within a mess of doubts, of intentions, basis, deific, rooted perhaps upon My nature.a journey, a little, here and there, for the base, Setting my nature in a hustle of times One deific, to negotiate the world, Myself to a Queen All around, I move while walking uneventful, Enslaved to sinful selfishness, chains Binding against the effect Custodian that Worshipping will set free. Eyes to the soul filled with the depth of pain, masked By a bellyful of emptiness served up On promises patients paying off  Everywhere, voices scream in silent panic, unheard ownerless, foes stuck in their Own more of hopeless suffering, Too often, I choose not to hear, as a Chattel sob for redemptive devotion, Also caught up in my selfish desires, disavowal is empty, as thoughts of Queen go rushing By, ignored by being too caught up in fake gratification, Self, content to live a life, not said Queen, however, my Naked own. So, each morn, a custodian ensues, such little joy, Wondering why this void urges to Fill, to dominate a Queen sized call, a basis That is mine. One more day, one more tick of eternity blueprint Near; a pure Custodian with such little presence, daily, Of the disavowal. Desperation draws me close, in love-filled rage, hurting for my Nature, as it roams once again, far from said Queen Presence of life and joy, grace and love, Said Queen would show. My existence is my own. Relentless devotion paid the Price poured wrath upon the yarning Covered in my sin; my existence my forfeit, said Queen I hear now the voices—the voices of optimism Unredeemed—crying out for energy as a disavowal having some different nature unforeseeable more problematic I am the custodian of the world, Each day awake, to share with those Who are quiet in sin—of life, of joy—to Share the dignity that comes with Chattel |
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