White light floods the room, but then turns to gray
As black flames consume, and worlds burn away
Suffer eternal, these wounds never mend
Here darkness is god, here all things will end
Angels have fallen, the prophets are dead
Hope self-destructed, the rivers run red
All hail the liar, for only lies last
Since all truths burned in ages past

...

This Pilate decried, washing hands of the sin
The candles went out, and the cold set in
In time to freeze any love that remained
And instilling hate, where hate has retained
The lessons learned in these days gone by
Taught once by the wise, left wondering why
Their wisdom perished from this earth
In parades of gospels, in charades of worth.

08/01/2009

Posted on 08/02/2009
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