Thread: Refugium Peccatorum Pt.1

Refugium Peccatorum -

In a dark age, far beyond the pages of your books
There was a rotten time, where evil took afoot
The church gave us nothing, but heretics and sin
Convictions to heaven and emptiness within
[And out of the cold and dusty marsh,
Came a man to take away the sour lies]

After the age of the son
And the time of holy
When the sinners began to run
And the priests became God

Along came one Idol
To sit above the rest
[He told man he was free, and let us discover the rest]

Refuge for Sinners,
In a single thing he said
When he made us realize that we where dead
All it took was just one glance
To see the future we had lost

I-SO-LATE,
[For knowledge is power
Take what is yours
For you are entitled to the sweat of your brow]

DE-CON-SE-CRATE
[For if your give them just one chance
They’ll damn you to hell
They will rob you of your consciousness and set your role well]

And the people did revolt
For they knew they had been wronged
Good and Evil, morals they where taught
That had never had a place and had always been for naught

They took weapons and took to the streets
To kill the true heretics
[Priests and Popes], men with gold around their neck
They took their hallowed churches and turned them into bread

[And so the Age of Enlightenment came to pass
And no one saw that it would last
They left their trials inside tomes now forever lost
For the church burned down the libraries, the truth they covered fast]

Before I get into the feedback on this, what does the title mean?

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Originally Posted by The Wrong Writer

Oh GOOOD. Ask for help then pull a snotty little self-righteous scold job on somebody who merely asked a question.

Eh?

I think you are the one being snotty and self righteous here, I just posted a link from where I found the answer to his question.

No you didn't. You also posted this

You must be as willing to learn and use what you are taught, as the tutor must be to pass on their knowledge. Learning is a two way process and it's infinent, if you want to be better, learn.

If you forgot, you could look up there and see. If you didn't mean it to be condescending, so be it. But you DID in fact comment on the link. And in a way many would see as being, well, you know.

Anyway, it's none of my business. Sorry to ruffle you.

Biblical, philosophical offspring is a breath of fresh, altar stone powdered breath any day of the summer solstice. That sentence was cryptic as hell, but appropriately I guess, because hell is cryptic. The crypt of your lyrical endeavors. This evoked senses of intensity, religious disputes and images of dry, medieval landscapes soon to be overrun with the figurines of war. Introduced, in the end, trifecta. The 3 points of interest were 1) what's going to happen? 2) Who's it going to happen to? 3) Is the language eloquent in it's telling?

All 3 answers were yes. You didn't leave any juxtapositions untold. You took your position under the storyteller's overhang and it was narrated calmly. This is rock?

When he made us realize that we where dead
^Were* Or is it intentional?

Keep doing you