The first stanza of this poem was posted on September 23, 2008. I'm not sure where it's headed or even where it's been. As always - stay tuned.
Then I fled, the Mark of Cain upon my head. Which was oddly God's protection since my Brother now lay Dead.
I denied that I was Guilty and I lied yet the One who knew my Truth had Loved me more than I could fathom.
Then the Sinless Self-Professors told their Lies to their Confessors and as One pointed fingers at my Guilt. Shouting DAMNED!
Laughing they said that I'd left my Brother Dead and for me there was no Heaven. It was Hell that I should Dread.
I cried until I bled. I beat my chest. "My Life Instead!"
Once again the Chorus sounded while my beating fists still pounded but the words they said resounded through the Torment in my Soul.
Peace instead. So many years you have ahead to follow forward as a thread to bring you to My side.
... to be continued