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The Cradle
Deep down this bloody void,
in the womb of creation,
where no light of day exists!
The soul in a dark chasm keeps
time,
with every heartbeat
that succors its lifeline.
And with a throbbing melody that
cradles it to sleep.
Lying safe and collected,
nourished by the essence of life,
from its loving creator
ignorance!
And for the long months endure,
before it deserts its blest tomb
for a sepulchre, colder than
hell!
The Impenitent Dead
If the dead should ever be given
a chance to live life again,
I doubt they would accept it.
Why? Wasn't it hell enough,
to have lived the agonies of life
with its tormenting tribulations
that knows no end!
Whose flames constantly roast you.
I will take no heed to such fortuity!
For what difference would it make?
Here in the eternal lake of fire,
I will wager my burning soul,
with no remorse, regret or repentance,
for another blazing eternity!
Albert Lawrence was born and raised in Singapore.
He has been a professional musician for about ten years or more,but has quit the music
industry to pursue his writing interestsmore fully. Some of his works have appeared as Daily Poems with the
“AUSTRALIAN POETIC SOCIETY” on-line, as well as with “THE CURIOUSRECORD-DARE TO SHARE!
JOURNAL. (Print journal) June 2003 and Feb 2004. (http://www.curiousrecord.com02.com)
His hobbies are reading, teaching music, collecting antique books, and sleeping with the muse.
Email: Albert Lawrence
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