THE BLOOD BEARERS

THE BLOOD BEARERS
(Virginity is glory not for mockery)

Virginity is not immaturity
But being a street dog is.
The virgin blood is covenanted,
Full of potentials to greatness.

Virginity is not an infirmity to sexuality,
it is chastity leading to dignity
Authority lies with those who
have it In their custody.

Respect virgins if you scarcely meet one,
‘coz it’s not easy finding water in the arid.
Pay them homage for they merit it,
being master over amorousness.

Virginity is a deep mystery,
In the feminism; it’s hyper-mysterious
They never cease posing questions like;
Who, What, when, why, and where was
my blood spilled out of place?

Only in the antediluvian was virginity revered,
historical times of morality in humanity.
Across the medieval, chastity reversed,
remarkable era of average purity.
What do we have today?
Nothing but deflowered teens.

Useless youths domineered by lust,
enslaved by the spirit of Delilah.
A mere survey of 200 girls will leave
your mouth open in amazement,
probably 2/200.

Virginity is dignity.
Are you one of the BLOOD BEARERS?

WritersWorth™
—Hexcel_Nathan
jonathansamson71@gmail.com

VOICE FROM HELL

“THE VOICE FROM HELL”

“Of what gain is holiness?
What the fuck is Salvation?
Why do men sheepishly run after that righteous man– Jesus?
Was the so-called saviour holy?
Didn’t he, with rage, scourge the temple merchants?”

“Life’s too sweet to dwell in the tents of limitations,
you’ve got enough time to correct evil deeds (when in actual fact death is nigh).
The world is prior,
godliness is minor.
No one will escape; here is your home.”

What a confusing scary voice,
full of blasphemy against the Most High.
A voice to derail the train,
making it lost track.
The horrific cry of the demons of torment.

The voice after Queen Jezebel,
Yea, the only voice that enticed ancient big wigs.
The breath that diffused in Judas Iscariot,
Sponsor of the disobedient Eve.
The subjugating voice of damnation.

Hell–a place of eternal damnation;
a designed territory for the banished,
accompanied with unspeakable groans, pains and torment.
Nothing frightens more than the last phrase of the voice;
“NO ONE WILL ESCAPE.”


Writersworth™
—Hexcel_Nathan

FROM DUST

FROM DUST TO DUST

The Bible says: “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,
till thou return unto the ground;
for out of it wast thou taken:
for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

This is the mysterious analogy of man’s life cycle,
the metamorphosis of man; from dust to dust.
Man is nothing but an articulated dust particles;
particles forming the body:
body which encases the breath.

From dust to dust,
like the hydrological cycle; with water incessantly cycling.
Life’s a fair dice; tossed on probability.
Man’s days are undoubtedly unpredictable.
His origin–his final end.

From dust to dust,
Life’s a mystery; no idea of who’s next in line.
In life, nothing’s as inevitable as death,
the transmutation of a customized dust into a crude dust;
just like the dead who once lived but were later transformed.

Man is a product of dust,
Bound to return to his original form in due time.
An apparition in the absence of that mysterious breath.
He comes, lives and dies, then we mourn.
Not realizing the theory;
FROM DUST TO DUST.

Writersworth™

—Hexcel_Nathan