For we pray on this day abeyance is at hand. When we slay, our souls will convey leaving the shell of man. Our confines are constructs built by an architect with blood flowing aqueducts that burst through our eyes when it rains. To abstain is quaint, to restrain is to paint a self portrait that emulates a perfect being. To live without aging is cheating to the remaining, so for shame. With hallowed acclaim I defame my surname with nothing reaching out to me. My beastly beauty is coldly consuming, can I be dreaming? I cannot explain. While ripping and reaming I’m seemingly reaping. No waxing or waning, constraints or complaining I sweep the profane to the devil’s domain. Inanely ordained quietus by nature Gabriel by name.
As I can see with my many eyes, I retrieve your despise. As your loved one dies, I shed one tear for the many you cry. Still I am comprised of thousands of eyes and when I cry the heavens blacken the skies with a face for every drop that falls and I recognize them all. I mark my ledger without pleasure or pain and I can’t count the days because time is not on my side. As hard as I may try I cannot escape my confines of this forsaken divine enterprise! Why oh why must I remain in this godless domain that only the devil could have foreseen? My life is in chains, with my history hanging in front of me hauntingly and taunting my shame. If my heart could ache it would break and wrap itself in pain so it could never again reap the soul of a man.
I’ve sipped tea with Adam and eve before the paradise and after the blasphemy. Now I see that the “apple” is key indeed to believe. “Forbidden Fruit” is a fitting suit for the reckoning it brings. You’ll spit out lies that get you denied in the eyes of your savior. Though common behavior, it is not enough so I’m stuck with this endless ledger that is filled with sinners beyond measure. With my hands clenched my cheeks are drenched but cannot quench my infinite thirst for my tears could blanket the earth in a raging sea. I am completely drained, I bleed acid rain and my tears are the same and for nothing! It is because no one knows my name. This, my friends, is Gabriel’s requiem.
