I plucked the flowers,
The bees are unemployed.
Nothing sweet left in this world,
We settle for artificial substitutes.
Technology on the rise,
Man in a spiral decline.

Whispers from the fallen, it sprouts a bud,
From the seed planted within a dream.
****** into prayer, rationalized by desires;
A contract between flesh and darkness.

Nation of man, ye mortal kings, boast
Most high on synthetic thrones. 'Men of nation,
Freedom named; abundance in pleasures, for obedience
To law: Let loose thy tongue, blood be spent,
In name of law, Freedom reigns.'
With heavenly thunder, Father; King of kings,
Thus opposed. 'Blinded by immoral desires,
Haveth forgot thou Master? Thou Creator? Speak of freedom,
As if a god, depart from I, rewarded not!'

The yellow man laughed when you came.
Too many distractions; a broken mirror and a broken hand, an unrelated coincidence.
We've burned the bridges ahead of time, left stranded on the wrong side.
Told to run forward, but life played in reverse.
Reverse in reverse is still reverse; repeating the past while looking ahead.

What are these words you speak?
Do you not know your architect?
The mason who placed the stones
One by one till the tower *****?
Out of perfection you were created,
Not thru chance of dice.
Though you gamble with life,
Neither luck nor skill
Were the hand drawn,
For Judgment is dealt to the Fool.
Just as Beauty fell from the skies,
You too, slipped into the void
Of nothingness; like a corpse,
Darkness embraces the decayed.

I release you o' wretched beast,
Who brings decay within
My inner being,
I speak the word of truth
From the Almighty God,
Who casts out darkness
With His righteous light,
Expose me Lord!
Expose me o' mighty King!
Bring forth the light,
Expose the darkness
That dwells within,
I pray Lord that I can share myself
And your gospel,
Which is the only hope a man can have.

Like the fruit, rooted into the belly of the stream,
Which flows with life, under the radiate sun;
Never to spoil, nor bitter to the tongue.
Pays no heed to the frozen winds, for not a crack
In the trunk, snap of a branch, nor the
Silent fall of a single leaf.

I have become void of words.
The thoughts in slumber, the memories hang from a dream.
So this is what it’s like to be average?

I laugh without words, I scream without words.
Words, words, words…
Useless if you ask me…
…but if you did ask me,
Would the words come?