Mens Faith

The weary man suffers, he begins a journey into doubt His pain is ceaseless, pain increases his sorrows, destroys his bliss His glory ceases, and he loses his happiness He loses his craft, and he no longer burns with desires Thus joys here perish, lordships expire Men lose faith and descend into vice Infirm faith degenerates into evil's curse Faith feebly abandons its high seat and every hour grows worse So now the world changes and fate leaves men lame Death pursues hatred and brings men to shame The evildoer brawls and poisons the arrow Misery flourishes and wrath desecrates the peerage The abyss of sin widens the treacherous path that snakes The might of the world ages and courage grows cold Fate wove itself for me and my sentence was given That i should dig a grave and seek that grim cavern Men cannot avoid when death comes arrow swift To seize their lives in his inevitable grasp Now night comes at last and the way to stand clear For death to disposersses of my earthly abode here When my corpse lies interred and the worms eat my limbs Whom will death delight then with his dark feast and hymns Let men's bones become one and then finally none Until there's nothing left here of the evil ones But men of good faith will not be destroyed The good man with faith will rise far beyond the void Who chastened himself more often than not To avoid bitter sins and that final blot The good man has hope and a far better end And remembers the promise of heaven Where he'll experience the mercies of god for his saints Free from all sins dark and depraved Defended from vices gloriously saved Where happy at last before their cheerful lord Men may rejoice in his love forevermore

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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