I.

This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.

It means salvation
knelt with darkness.


II.

So it be!
So it be!
So it be!

Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.

Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.


III.

In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.

Salvation has
knelt with darkness.

The world does not end with fury
And fire, blood ridden lakes with floating
Corpses and flies picking at our remains
As shells fall like leaves in autumn

It ends with beauty as a sin
And silence preferred over truth.
It ends with hollow men who hide
Behind dull eyes, sapped of all light

When pricked these men don't bleed
But spill forth mounds of straw

Second gilded age

malefactors of great wealth

the oligarchy

still GOD USED ORDINARY
PEOPLE just like you and me

When i see mirror
I feel that
No one understand me
Except my image on the mirror.

Dark Clouds Everywhere.
Some Here and Some There.
Thunder Sounds Everywhere.
Blinding Lights Here and There.

Water and Water Everywhere.
Some here and Some There.
Accumulated Everywhere.
Pure there and Impure There.

And...
On that day...
In that place...

Began the dramatic chain of events...

Which we later learnt to call "Life"...!