The Cradle of Spirituality

I named thee voracious
To greatly consume my anger
To greatly devour my anguish
To greatly swallow my angst

I named thee redemptio
To free me from the plethora of sins
To save me from deceit
To bring me supremacy

My vigor voracious
Where art thee?
Why dost thou restrain?
I repell my jolly as to long for you

My immortal redemptio
Where art thee?
Why dost thou retreat?
I have failed to repent to this universe

I adore thee
Albeit this hatred I carry in my heart
Worship is my ship
A contraption to our promised supremacy

I admire thee
Albeit this ridiculous thought I have about you
Love is my sword
A weapon to save our supreme universe

Please return.....
I'll be waiting.....
For supremacy.....
For eternity.....

Dedicated to all holy souls of this universe. "There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so." -- William Shakespeare

Fari Nasution, January 7, 2007 @ Glen Allen, VA