A Savior

Brandon Roby
2 min readApr 9, 2022

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NOTE: This is not intended to be religious. Anything coinciding with religious beliefs is unintentional.

Parallel, powerful, the fiction of fallacies fills and overpowers until life and all that is held dear becomes a plague to the mind.

Distorted, they put words in my mouth as if the aftermath was after me.

We are dead and seek the decay while vultures circle what is left behind.

They

(we)

are at the edge of all we know for eternity, and we lie and tell ourselves that it is not over.

There is a world for us but not yet.

I picture the savior on a snowy mountaintop, kneeling in anticipation.

Behind is a golden-orange sky, placed above bed of clouds.

The only breach is the sharpness of the peak and the aura of the savior, its nature a vision, an image that is unknown.

It sees with its heart, an experience far beyond the sacrifice given by a soul below.

They

(we)

are outlived by our thoughts and feelings. But thoughts and feelings are not enough, for the savior’s place is tall and looms forever.

Abilities will arise that overpower the instinct, and open our eyes to the snake that is the world.

So, the world sheds its skin, but slowly, as to comfort and silence suppositions supplied in the wake of suspended defeat.

Tombs fill and multiply, wounds weeping and elemental in their entropy.

The storm of time is violent and quiet.

Leave an edge for the savior to lift the veil of finality, the mirage that sends reflections of lies to unsuspecting souls.

I

(you)

reach inside, toward a mindless sign of insecurity and try to hide my

(your)

transcendental temperament, a lingering, deposed death wish.

Do not wage war on judgment, for it the savior dubiously doles, and invalidation inching forward maintains what is seen in the mirror.

It

(we)

takes

(take)

solace in canopies of chaos, ceaselessly perceiving a drowning by time.

Every burden carried builds and binds, but beyond, burdens walk, and deceive, forget, and linger like shadows only become real within mirrors.

With no fear, no curtain, no instinct severed survives.

Go forth, savior, and

dominate

(surrender)

Seek, find, don’t find, become lied to, believe, see, fall below, and burn out the fire that is his

(our)

life.

*Thank you so much for reading. I look forward to any and all feedback you have. Find more of me here.

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Brandon Roby

Writing about my personal journey, education, and much more! \\ notes on a page, weapons of rebirth