Dies Irae


When the pain

outweighs the fear

Dies Irae- more tired than afraid.

Cold sobriety of plain prayer,

Is there anyone here?

Baptism by fire ,

Into Hell I trespassed,

yet even the wicked must rest,

at last.

         I plead for faith to be restored, resurrected .

The crown is heavier than expected.

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One Response to Dies Irae

  1. Claudio says:

    Bresis, how are you. Hope you’re doing ok in this crazy mixed up world.

    You haven’t visited vnnf lately. Just wanted to drop- by, say hello.

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