The Dust
All Hail the Almighty, in whom we trust,
Even in your mortifying silence, and in ours eternal,
Even when our elders are dead long since in their lives,
At the feet of all the wrong paths, the worst strives,
And they’re reaching to us with hands infernal.
To embrace our ambition, wrap our soul in a stench,
That spoiled their best days and to drench
All our dreams in their rotten reality,
We’ve long forgotten the tales about pixy dust,
Though young, in the dust of graves we trust,
And we’ve stopped seeking traces of your humanity,
The scars are darkened showing your profanity.
The Blood
Scarlet ribbons stained with mud,
My wounded lakes formed a flood inside,
The color of a mad portrait of St. Valentine
Seeing virtue in slaughtering love and drinking its wine,
And like you he got drunk on it, in his false pride.
The blood gushing from my wound into heaven,
Smelled even better than this obsession forgiven
By true love itself, never seen outside my soul,
And my feet splattered more blood across the floor,
As I run and slam my body from door to door,
Desperately trying to scream out one last call.
The Grave
I’ve heard them saying that I’ve been brave,
Just because in the universe I obtained a voice,
For I was born in chains, to people in chains,
I’ve looked down and saw aligned slaves on lanes
Stretching to doom, so there was no other choice.
When I heard the angel in the sky that sings
An ancient song, that a lifetime ago I had wings,
And if I found them anew they'd take me to heaven,
So I followed the harmony of the blissful sound,
He just never said that the doorway in the ground,
Is the only path to fly above skies seven.
The Light
Always uncovered in the darkest blight,
Our faith when our eyes fail to see
The dark night in its very core,
Slowly and gently beating for us to explore,
Where it hides when it goes deep into the sea
Then it emerges from the mountain, what rays carry,
And if I let it guide my path will my eyes grow weary,
Light, O, oldest friend of the dark,
The blood of angels in our mortal veins,
I’ve found you lurking in a thousand broken chains,
And when death strikes, it sets your spark.
