It's lacking seems real,
Nearly tenable,
How can an absence be so real?

It is the true broken heart,
For we will not see God.

In one moment
You are both executed and born.
Yet it is rarely a moment.

The great desecration is one single event that takes no less than a lifetime,
Yet it seems it takes place in every moment of every failure.

We hardly recognize it until it passes,
And do not desire it until it has been destroyed.

The pain is daily and the change,
Permanent.

The memories will haunt you
Perhaps into eternity.
The images will never leave you alone.
As long as you live, you will live in regret.
As long as you live, you will thirst for more.

The pain is unbearable, yet it is born.
It is,
The irredeemable.

"Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God."

Cursed are the impure,
For they must live with themselves.