Time draws close for dispersal.

Coming summer there'll be no traces
of the faces beaming at the gate.

Eyes sparkling lips apart
breaking into one more dance
to be in the sunlight under sky.

Hugs and kisses fly in the wind
maybe one last embrace
for all time to come.

They'll see the world differently
and their paths will never meet,
most likely.

The most intimate will become strangers
before once more
they disperse at the gate.

I turn back with the weight of this memory.

You spent your life fighting for freedom,
You became liberated from life
Oh martyr.
People, enslaved by their delusions
Enslaved you,
none were wiser.

Tell me,
If the hearts that beat are the same,
If the lungs that breathe are
Capable of uttering the Name,
Could such evil come from me?

The devil doesn't answer once he is called to question.
The devil instead burrows your face,
And wears a copy of your skin,
And utters your words back to you.

Oh martyr,
You may have been but a child,
A woman, a fighting man,
An elder,
Maybe you had died offering a helping hand,
A mother, a father.
We grieve over the loss
Of our sister, our brother.
With each light that is cut off
The world grows darker and darker.
Robbed from your care and your love
It gets so much colder.
And the rest of us are left
Under the glaring shadow of imminent death
Because the war never ends
Until every pure soul draws its last breath.

Home is heaven,
The children of Adam are displaced.
Some of heaven's diaspora
Are still swooned by Satan's whisper.
What a shame.