When the past beckons the present to speak to the future. The reason for the darkness. That flooded the souls of men When the atmosphere breathes. Through the nostrils of the winds. Convictions of hopelessness. For the salvation of humanity.. When rectitude is raped.. An becomes pregnant. With bastard children. Hybrid of virtues in sodomy. Forming a vast colony. When truth is enthroned in dust.. And with love, armies of deception gather. To destroy the foundations laid in the past. By the ancestors of our future. When voices crying on the hills of depravity. mutilated by memories that lie on fading dreams. When pages tainted with inks of sorrow and promises kept and broken. are laid with lives which had long been taken What shall we do then Continue to look at the curtains of grace That rest in the temple of Israel Or stand up to the foe That lay to waste The pages of many lifetimes. What shall we do then Bathe in the nemesis of our failures As the threshold of frustration Breaks our c...
Words weaved from the tentacles of abysmal thoughts...