Friday 26 July 2013

Curse of man so unkind, The living of the dead His wrath

Oh hear the batter of
The night as rain beats down
On any light that dares to
Appear as thunder rolls in
A roar to quell opposition and
Finally dispel all notions of
A cure for man is woken from
His dream of disbelief in being
So clean and pure for god has
Spoken and opened up the store of
His wrath

You know we passed that
Place of no return where
Social and family boarders
Do blur in a warped sense
Of reality where hormones
Do rage and set a stage
Whereby all is destruction to
See for an audience too don’t
Stand a chance to consider their
Glance for just a while for
Their interest is truly a stage
To the vibrations of the young
As they feel the expanse of what
Lies within consumed with guilt
About feeling they label this
As sin and act the life and love
The living of the dead
I sometimes get in a thunder
Storm that feeling of nature
Calm and sure of the cleansing
Of her ways warning sounds
For those in ground and sky’s
Proclaiming her gaze upon the
Earth to wipe away the dreaded
Curse of man so unkind

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