the twigs shiver,dead birds awake
to sing their last songs again.
The fort of lies crumbles and you sit
nibbling on a grief of a thousand sins.
The thunder then strikes,
the shoulders feel a warming lightness.
Ecstasy is lost somewhere in the wreckage,
You'll find some comfort here.
Hope is the name of a heaven in hell.
Come join us, mercy sits next to me,
wondering why the obvious was not fulfilled,
Why the sons of god love sacrifice so much,
Why is sorrow the treasure they cherish profusely
Why is love pleached with hate?
The absence of craving and screaming,
leads to a void of reason and menacing understanding.
Why can't I be just a dreamer?
The only truth about life is death ,the rest is a world of dreams.
The dreams make our choices,the world, our decision.
Why is peace colored in a mourning white?
Love and life is closer to the unknown
than what birth is to death.
An untamed free will is not a pocession of evil ,
merely a passionate gift of love.
Being lost is a Spring in autumn.
Yet Why do angels of peace carry rowels?
Running back, back to be lost again,
i see angels guarding the road back home,
they smile and love, help me find my way home.
There somewhere i'm the grays is home,i run,run with all my might.
Then i stop to realize its lost somewhere in the bricks.
I ask myself why do angels of peace carry rowels?
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