The Souls He Has But Since Forgotten. Poem by Mad Gone

Like the autumn leaves that slowly fall,
I can no longer hear my father call.
Not even a seed to bear to restart the cycle,
My life it seems is but a simple trifle.

Always viewing the panoramic view,
I dream a vision of something new.
The world free of hate and filled with love,
But the puppeteer can feel nothing through his glove.

While the emperors and noble men confide,
They leave me, with no-where left to hide.
While appearing before the blessed Mary Magdalene,
Those who should profit pronounced how she should sin.

Philip thought to write, while Peter began to gripe!
Since Eve convicted of sin, we soon lost sight.
Eve would never be the same, two thousand years with no gain,
Watching over the sacred one, if only he could see our pain.

With religion bent by those who choose,
They watch as their congregation they start to lose!
Will the disabled over be confirmed?
What does it matter to those concerned!

Clink, another soul is saved by their bank balance,
Who are we that we should ever challenge?
No monetary worth, of being any use to the realm,
Of those riches, what have I left but to sell him?

The eye of the needle I hear you say,
But you too will awaken, as you increase your pay.
A losing hand has been so cruelly dealt,
With a life not worth a moment to be felt…

Fog clouds over the path most widely taken,
I fear my soul is long forsaken.
Pinch myself till blood pores forth,
I have but left so little worth.

While my choices now I learn to regret,
Follies I would rather drown my sorrows to forget.
Life came and stole all I could have thought to give,
Sometimes in sorrow I wish I should now live.

Demand of him above to tell,
Why I should survive when others fail?
Exhausted from the pointless grind,
With Utopia so impossible to find.