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In Dreams...(Good Friday,2021)

In dreams, I walk alone along the ruined road
Of forgotten meanings. The only sound I hear
Is the incessant chirping of crickets. O woe
To modern people who are filled with unknown fears;
Who look for hints of paradise in commodities;
Who turn away from the Light and dwell in darkness!
I see the world become a wasteland in my dreams.
I see the House of Love poisoned by foul serpents.
I perceive flowers withering amidst concrete,
Glass and steel. Nowhere is there sweet sanctuary
To be found. I walk alone in the stifling heat,
In arid deserts of bleached bones; where all's diseased.
Verdant visions of Eden are soon ravaged by
The teeth of dreadful night and then transmogrify
Into Calvary. I'd like to lay down and die.
But a force deep within me still wants to survive,
And defy the corrupt orders ruling this place,
Which, perhaps, will be redeemed by Mercy and Grace.
In Dreams...(Good Friday,2021)

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