In the space between night and day
In silence and in cold decay
Visited by the sentinels of the sky
In the void between time and space
Memories vanished without a trace
Passerbies of my grave ask me why.
In the guilty hearts without a face
The legacy of those fallen from grace
The gale adding mystery to the shelves
In nation of the barbed wire fences
People forget that to keep others out
They must imprison themselves
For I was lost without a doubt
For I must not live with or without
A chance for redemption isn’t what I seek
For to redeem a nation lost
For to revive the living dead
For to imagine a world without
War and peace is all in vain
For to imagine a world for gain
For to find a reason to live again
One mustn’t die or stay insane
For those who pass the signpost at my grave
Remember me for I once defeated your cause
For I am the Judas that sold
Jesus for a sliver of silver
Crashing crockery sounds
like the breaking of hollow souls
filled with silt and gold
from the land of paper money
secrets known And secrets told
at the cost of silver pennies
travelers from the far beyond
seek a filament for their hearts
to light a halo for their false saints
godmen a disgrace to god
peace forgotten and battles sought
for a new god is at the helm
so pray the kings of the nether realm
the secret in chaos is spilling out
gather the cavalry, the gold about
stones so worthless and price a soul
why fight so much for a worthless goal?
Riddles may seem my words to you
But beware of what you hear
Filtered through layers of the ugly lies
Stained by the molecules of fear
In essence and in bent of mind
In the ruins that you left behind
Holocausts lie forgotten and dried
Do not despair for better have tried
Breaking down the endless chain
An Epiphany in the pain
A blessing of dementia and demise
Or a gift of anguish in disguise
Encumbered in quandary
A recipe to set me free
Shackles made of human bones
The shard of universe that you own
Your candor is a veil of hidden fear
Your tyranny of millennia ends here
The moon and sun is yours to take
The brusque feel of your shake
The opal shade of the opaque eyes
The manner of love is but concise
A choice of mind and not of heart
Forsaken in the middle of ancient art
Ideas antediluvian and archaic nobility
Stranded in the gulf of serendipity
Deluge of pure and empty core
Arms that pain and a humorous sore
Why seek joy in melancholy panache?
Élan is pain covered with skin
A new breeding ground for sin
Fabric laced with lucid sheer lies
Savor the pain at the bridge of sighs
Gossamer rays of an empty moon
The seraph doesn’t speak too soon
The cherubs pray for an early day
The curses ricochet away
The victory of night over day
The ecstasy is here to stay
Minutes pass and moments fade
The passing milestones play charades
I promise to make promises to keep
Just standing by while the willow weeps
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