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A darkened room
A child’s game
Two, or three, or four years ago
Memories fuzz, fact and fiction blur
Then to pass the time
Through the pencil you are recreated

Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within

Gothic imagery, dual meaning symbolism
Effortless rhyming, a flowing rhythm
Yay I have problems, I thought myself clever
As I wallowed in the muck of self-indulgence

Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within

Witness my recantation, and bind me to my words
If my pride is good for anything, then let it stop
Me going back on my promise now by you it is heard

If in that slander I wrote one true line
It’s that there is nothing to forgive
And the fault is mine

Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within
:iconembraceimperfections:

Author's Comments

Definition of Recantation: To publically declare one's former oppinions to have been wrong.
I am recanting the beliefs I put to paper in one of my previous poems, a poem which many people (perhaps unfortunately) have complimented me on. For those of you who follow my work it will not be very hard to guess which one although it was a while back.
I see this poem as an end of an era in my work, the poem which I am declaring to be wrong was one of the first poems, and later songs which I wrote and I hope this poem marks a change in outlook since then. Obviously Recantation will have to be a song too and musically it will have to be better, which will be a challenge. I feel in writing this have have exhausted some of the ideas I have so far been drawing inspiration from. So now I will have to find some new ones.
I dedicate this to everyone who has read the previous poem and has followed my work since then, especially Schattenblum who will understand this more than most. Please, be the binding witnesses.

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:iconschattenblum:
Gladly. I can't help but percieve this chosen side of the closure as sad, but if it's true, that's what matters. However some people may twist the words they read or hear, as their creator, you know their true meaning.
Just as long as in binding this truth you set yourself free, I'm happy for you and you have all my support.
;Past events can not be erased, but using our knowledge, we can make a better future.”

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Strength to thy soul and wind to thy wings.

Sunlight to walk in,
moonlight to dance in,
starry skies to gaze upon.
:iconuchiha-tsukiko:
<3

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98% of teenagers drink or have been around alcohol. Paste this if you like muffins.

I am President of the Shinra Electric Company in DA's Final Fantasy Crew!
:iconembraceimperfections:
Thankyou
But sad? Why is it that often people hear my stuff and think it's sad when it's really not.
"Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean," doesn't that sound hopeful? This poem, although I am rebuking myself, is ultimately positive and does, as you say, set me free. There is also some satire in it, and it felt good to stop navel gazing for a minute and laugh at myself. Because even when writing this I am so ridiculously introspective.
Thanks again.
xxx

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Everything I've been and am all comes together in this writing hand...
:iconschattenblum:
The sadness was from the "fault is mine" line. But like I said, if that's your truth, then may it bring you peace. As for all the rest, I'm happy and hopeful for you.

Better to have lived life with all its tribulations than to have a pan-pipe crammed up your navel!
... so to speak.

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Strength to thy soul and wind to thy wings.

Sunlight to walk in,
moonlight to dance in,
starry skies to gaze upon.
:iconembraceimperfections:
The fault is mine, is a continuation from the previous poem, an accepted fact, the only constant. So it is not sad.
I actually meant navel gazing as in being self-absorbed. But what you said is cool too!

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Everything I've been and am all comes together in this writing hand...

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