Words that ring of truth
The day blue sky turns dark with clouds of black making midnight come forth at noon.
Flashes light up the world as the negative solutions to the worlds positive problems become renown
in a faithless society full of people who care only for themselves and show not a car.
A man falls to his death and another man flies to his as the revolution continues in to darkness
The man that was there today is not there yesterday and the world slowly revolves
A baby cries in alley somewhere
No one knows or see or hears or cares about the truth of ring with words that point out danger
None shall pass the anger management of the ones before them as the faith of a man is called in to question
while his sexual orientation is accepted his religion is not and the world comes to yet another turn in the revolution.
Midnight at noon continues to afternoon at night in the darkness of a never ending storm with no eye to speak of.
That calm that comes to reassure humanity that it is ok and it is almost over is nowhere in sight
A telephone rings in an alley somewhere
A man picks it up and the woman on the other end screams a scream so loud it is quiet and the rage that fills her is unseen
No one knows and no one cares as the faith of question is gone before those who claim to have it show it and learn nothing from the silent agony within.
Still no eye of the storm comes to show us the calm and safety that is the light at the end of the tunnel
We the people of the debauchery and alcoholism claim to be evolved from the violence and hatred of a past that consumes the future in an everlasting flame of darkness that is now our world.
Don’t cry for the man in the corn or the woman on the street for they put themselves there and it is the fault of only them that they are there.
A child is starving in an alley somewhere
And our concerns burn through for the third world who are arguably more civilized in their houses made of mud and excrement yet they have not
Technology shuns us away from each other as we walk streets completely lost in our own heads not seeing the truck coming to take away our vanity and our materialism in one fell swoop.
Little do we know that the end is the beginning of the way of change and it leads to the way of isolation
On the storm rages full of souls and anger of the ones who came before and now go after as we climb down the darkness of the tunnel with a light bearing down on us at grave speed
A man is murdered in an alley somewhere
Who are we to judge what is right or wrong by the beliefs of so many that we care about the offense of but one.
A man in dark skin shows his fear to the world but show his love to his family as he pulls forward to push the railway of change for the good.
The eye of the storms comes and goes but we are so blind we just see that the sun is hot and the water is gone
What do we do to define that which we must have in order to save that which we do not want.
Our souls meet damnation with a smile and a handshake and we spurn salvation with a laugh and a gun shot
You who think you can save us must first murder those who come after us to save the ones before us
And only then can we be free of the chains that bind and the fear that drowns like a water that was first meant to quench
The man that was there today isn’t there yesterday still but never returns to the future.
September rolls on and away we go with the red tide of blood and evocation that is our speaking in tongues.
A woman saves a man in an alley somewhere
She cries the tears of happiness because this man is her only son and now he can live to tell the tale
Read well for he will prophesy the end of the world as it is and show salvation the way to those who can stand
The eye of the storm returns and he stands side by side with the Devil himself in an battle that is seen by all and none
The blind man has seen what the deaf man hears in the wails of a crying babe in the field of thorns.
Lost are we to the ways of care and social mandate that manners us to be better people
Run no longer in fields of pain and instead sleep in beds of roses
Where the thorns poison us as we sleep and the end is nigh as the morning sun rise sin the west
It is the dawn of hope and the day of saving when world touches its feet once more
Love shall prevail and here I am with you not knowing a thing
Why? Because I am lost in your eyes and clung to your soul so that you may know
Without you I am lost and alone and will never find my way back
My heart breaks with each passing moment as the parting of your company
completes the agony in my soul and my inner fire has burned out
Death comes for us all in its own time and now
Is my time and your time and their time
The race is at an end for us but
What of those
Who come after
Did they save the ones before?