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Serenity (Caleb Rink-Patterson, LA)

Through a raging desire of hate and lust,
A Seraph birthed of fire – the Angel of Death; she sleeps.
Malevolent beauty – an ethereal aura;
Youth tainted by the curse of hope’s demise.

Serenity – she awakens; for her it must continue.
A thousand lifetimes of loving, dreading what shall never cease.
An inner turmoil of good and evil; love and hate –
The Inevitable End shall come to pass.

She loves; she hates – of both she remains a bitter victim.
A thirst for destruction that must fulfill a love for peace.
Through eradication – her passion, her burden – she finds a coveted harmony,
Knowing she will never achieve Eternal Rest in a realm of shadows.

Dominant forces collide, eliciting a toxic bliss;
Her salvation thus attained through annihilation.

Atrocity – its desire to obliterate;
Purity – its celebration of a halcyon slumber.

Birthed of love; conjured of hate;
Paradoxical archangel of the Divine;

Through the chaos she focuses on one certainty
To cope with the pain of a brutal immortality –
By virtue of death she grants to all, infinitely:
An everlasting state of


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