There is an infesting voice which abandons the children of thought

and purpose-in their abandonment they may hear the voices of evil children

calling them to play in the disappointed hands of death.

Torturous hearts have no time to mend

in this misfortunate existence.

Where is there love for the abused in spirit and flesh?

Hark the Angles are crying out your name, but you do not hear..,-

Youths abandon the cause of justice

as Satan might warps their souls in ancient imaginings.

The city of the dead awaits a solemn figure

walking the artificial path of self release.

Replicas of the beloved will be buried soon,

some may say where is my lord

where does justice stand for the innocent of all time?

A whisper from heaven kisses the lips of the deceased

where bitterness is replaced in the city of God

and the unjust will perish from existence,

and the righteous will walk and play

in the kingdom of Heaven forever and ever

without fear or pity of detached evil.

Save The Last Dance For This



the blood sister dances till the end of night

walking the obtrusive path-

no end in sight.

how which we proclaim the victory

standing by endless might?

and that man standing-smiling

in a perfectly pressed black suit,

killing the kilting scene of despair.

dreams these all we know

as we dance for this

with one hand behind our backs

the seeming that never ends.