And all of this is still to come,
You say with sharp and twisted tongue,
And set out scenes before the sky,
To bring salt water to dead eyes.
This hate, these lies, a swarming plague,
Reach out eternal in my sway,
Vitriolic fields of fire,
Single souls who walk the wire.
Reveal to me hopeless despair,
From those who chose too much to care,
And those who lay down in my name,
Wilful suffering for my shame.
And now you split the clouds with war,
Angelic host who keep the score,
And who will rise to heaven above,
And who will take the sacred cloth?
Then from another’s point of view,
You lift this faith with arms askew,
To shackle souls whose will will sink,
As from the sacred cup they drink.
Perception blurred, they walk again,
To find anomalies in men,
And raise the banner of belief,
A cut too deep to gain relief.
I search my voice and try to cry,
The road you show, it is not mine,
But what remains is your soft smile,
I cannot change this life must die.
And as you fade your arms are lost,
I cannot calculate this cost,
But you misunderstood my time,
Your name will bleed in time with mine.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019