The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Nefas

I am not alone
the executioner lays his claim
before the King

the killer of all Time
tortures my slaven soul
pulls my heart strings
from their core
extracts each fiber
from its place
Collapse is imminent
before His feet of undeserved
Mercy
feet more holy and precious
than all else.
the one escape to
cling to his feet
of blood
dripping from his wounds
to lick the blood from his toes
and know the putred aroma
is my
Saviour.

A tear is nothing
it hisses in the heat of Hell's
fire, fuming, burning
the bareness of my being.

I am nothing
never existed
cursed my maker
by my actions
spit on his wounds
with my desire
to betray
Him
of all others
to betray
all I ever was.
and all He did
to comfort create me.

I excruciate
emasculate
my spirit.
I destroy and rape
pillage his Creation
before me.
Noone can stand
the ugliness of my being
who is without Beauty
Void of goodness are the
actions of the flesh
seething within
the sulphur pools
of my heart
dripping with the
slime of disgust
horrible am I
to bear.

A desecration,
horrible, horrible to
think of hateful
to live in the
never-should-be
of my actions.
Never!
Nefas!
Nefas!
Ne-fas!
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