Lonely living man-child mystery,
Living in the trash and misery,
Being lead to where the sky is gone,
Where's the sun, where's humanity?

No meal following from heaven above,
Warmth and cold a distant memory,
Unfriendly faces with eyes swollen shut,
Where' the reason, where's the hope?

Sidewalk hugger with nothing to say,
Staring blindly into the suffocating air,
Trying hard not to impede the humans,
Who barely know what happened to him.

Who created man from mud and solitude?
Why do we not see his face or hands,
Worn-well body just withering away,
Sense of direction now gone and dead,

Don't look for personal feelings and such,
His eyes are too clouded with hurt and fear,
His body so strong from the absence of clean,
Clothes are so tattered I wanted to scream.

When death comes to calling and taking away,
In zipped-lock bags, so sterile and cheaply gray,
Those with the eyes so clouded and removed,
Will have a rich dinner and laugh until though.

Who comes to these the woods below,
He lingers there, this much we know,
Has left the city, who wants to live,
There's much to take and much to give?

These woods are dark and silent giving,
Allows the stranger who now is living,
A new beginning now born this day,
Has wandered here what can we say?

Left life worth saving and ran hell-bent,
No care or whim, no angel has sent,
Laughed at illusions he once desired,
An empty shell, humanity retired.

All that the misery and all the pain,
No chance of saving, no going insane,
All hope and guidance was such a fool,
Life promises much but such uncruel.

Feel fresh the air sings, smells so calm,
The sky, the ground, no loud alarm,
Rules screeched inside his little brain,
Here comes the dark, so soothing rain.

Possessions cradled when city born,
His parents cried, and then such scorn,
No friends or family, no hope inside,
The woods cry out, here now to hide.

The new sweet sound of rustling leaves,
No strangers here, no one will grieve,
The chance to face the world's delusion,
It is gone with the wind, no air pollution.

Now here him shy and his soul release,
Found now a place and now such peace,
When comes the master to take his body,
Come blast the trumpets, now nothing shoddy.

Let's cheer the man who walks alone,
His body chilled hard to the bone,
He shakes and knows the hardened ground,
The woods give nothing, now there's no sound.

The fellowship of the brokenhearted,
Meeting universally in another land,
Has brought forth a new destination,
Leaning forward into dreams of hope.

A mask for those who know nothing,
With nowhere to go and feel themselves,
No one hears their cries and sorrow,
Except for the ones with tears from heaven.

Those who walk with pain and unsteadiness,
Look into the eyes of the young and restless,
Laugh hard with no consequence tomorrow,
Living for the day that speaks nothing or care.

The gathering of the ones with no direction,
Meet in a meadow with green fields of joy,
They feel the sun soak up their worn skin,
Finally finding their truest face to wear.

This is for the ones so  tenderhearted,
Who wears the face of sorrow and loneliness,
For coming soon will be the words that save,
Creating a place where you can finally breathe.

What voice is heard from up above,
It is the only, truly sweet dove,
Who came to say life goes astray,
But there will be a better day,
It's heaven's time for all to pray.

With faith and love combined for two,
The dove says what you know to do,
Do not despair and cry now all alone,
With faith, your love builds a happy home.

Today, we meet to declare and say out loud,
Depart the rain and dark doomy clouds,
The sun, a gift, comes forward for all,
Your union's peace is now the call.

Hands held so tightly, grip now the hope,
Release sweet angels the chains and ropes,
Have joyous hearts and harmonize as two,
A life's beginning, a love brand new.

A time when gathering comes for two,
We all want love and compassion for you,
A soft and gentle forgetting the past,
For nothing sad can ever last.

Love sweet and lovely simmering above,
And once again here comes the dove,
To tell this crowd and present the two,
A gentle reminder, a love brand new.

Softly hear the crying voice,
Someone having no other choice,
Lurking in the darkness here,
Quiet all your haunting fears.

Where comes now the lonely one,
Living in darkness with no sun,
Waiting there to catch a soul,
It has the means and all control.

You smell the rotting body, too,
Can't really flee and what to do,
It's hunger deep when it will pounce,
All flesh devoured, every ounce.

What brings you there we realize,
You are the feast and now the prize,
Had no one warned to stay away,
You'll lose your hope and life today.

Your trembling body shaking so,
It comes to reap and now to sow,
It's history long and varied dark,
Reality comes so very stark.

It's breathing deep and louder, yes,
No one to help, you're like the rest,
A sacrifice demanding it's right,
You'll scream and shout this very night.

No weapons have you now to fight,
The darkness deep and there's no sight,
Now comes the last devouring sound,
It knocks you hard upon the ground,

The claws rip at your lovely skin,
Blood flows in spurts now and again,
With the loss of blood, you feel so weak,
The killing growing, here comes the peak.

It sees you helpless still lying there,
Without whim, without some care,
The beast walks crooked towards its lair,
Another victim so lifeless, it stares.

Avoid the dark and stay so sound,
Or, else you'll die upon the ground,
A mystical creature so lifeless there,
Awaits so silently within its lair.

Centuries-old, and centuries have gone,
The inhabitants sing the horrible song,
About a beast, flesh-eater they sing,
Will take your body and everything.

Loudly clanging came the overnight bell,
Sounding the alarm for all souls to report,
For all souls of goodwill and graciousness,
To conquer the beast that will roam the land.

The crowding of all in the ancient hall,
Located the hall near the ocean shore,
Where built of centuries and secrets untold,
To hear the plan now to conquer the beast.

Yet hours upon hours awaiting the crash,
The crash of blistering fire and hate combined,
Following the slivering, slinking rare beast,
Who will devastate all and **** what is living.

Now sound the alarm and run to each house,
Gathering those who are willing to fight,
Leaving the children and nursemaids behind,
Mounting a front of all fronts now to secure.

Boys give their youth and dreams put aside,
The ancient one coming now full of their pride,
A middle-age crisis they'll leave it this dark day,
In hopes that their union builds walls, not of clay.

At first, all the rumors spread lightly and fast,
The gossip in churches and streets as it spread,
In homes where the family sat silent and still,
While wondering if the sad rumors were true.

But now, gather weapons of mass destruction,
Pointed steadily along the ocean's west coast,
Firmly and fiercely all mounted and true,
For the beast, he is coming to **** and destroy.

Kiss your girlfriends and wives a passion goodbye,
Hold your children to heart and tell them to dream,
Of a better time where the light came softly above,
For the darkening sky will no doubt paint the clouds.

The time it's a killer and a friend be undone,
Either life will triumphant or miserly die,
For the beast doesn't care about anyone thing,
But spread sorrow and fear on a deadening day.

Learning how to love to live,
An act of kindness for yourself,
A realization that love will guide,
Us all into one conscious mind.

Knowing how to share our minds,
Wanting everyone for everything,
Hurt and crying as it now begins,
Excited by the wonder forever after.

Leaning on the cosmic shoulder,
Seeing what is sought for today,
Holding each other as we jump,
Headlong into a bright tomorrow.

Contemplating our bare existence,
Weaving our souls into one rug,
Sweeping up the pile of loneliness,
Hands that reach into the bliss.

Learning how to love to live,
Wiping tears upon our faces,
Smiling brightly and so boldly,
A new beginning for all to share.