To a child, or a god- fearing man,
Responsibility is undue.
He has no life span,
And all wishes made-- come true.
A child learns the way
Of his father and his priest,
Then the man lives in decay--
That which feeds on fear to speak.
Thin air whispers in their ear-- prophecy;
For better, or maybe even for worse,
A king of men must bend his knee
Lest all bad fortune be a curse.
By the sight of a child, or a god- fearing man,
Black shadows lie in sharp relief.
By mine, though little do I understand,
Knowledge will forever trump belief.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
To a child, or a god- fearing man,
Responsibility is undue.
He has no life span,
And all wishes made-- come true.
A child learns the way
Of his father and his priest,
Then the man lives in decay--
That which feeds on fear to speak.
Thin air whispers in their ear-- prophecy;
For better, or maybe even for worse,
A king of men must bend his knee
Lest all bad fortune be a curse.
By the sight of a child, or a god- fearing man,
Black shadows lie in sharp relief.
By mine, though little do I understand,
Knowledge will forever trump belief.
