Tears Of The Innocent - Poem by Chromium Blues
melancholy madness and the spark of creation;
another day to wallow in the stench
and marvel at man's indifference.
between thought and action lies the path to temptation;
nowhere to turn when darkness reigns
and rage is the blood that fires the veins.
baptized in the fading light of fallen angels,
washed in the woeful tears of the innocent,
the lost lambs of god would feast on mortal suffering -
a hunger as deep and devouring
as the the distended belly of death.
a war of souls
waged in the nefarious trenches of transparency;
truth unmasked on broken promises
and the veil of futility lifted in angry revelation.
in time eternal - where dreams know no awakening -
the illusion of life persists in the mind of its own making.
without hope of deliverAnce,
where the price of victory is despondency,
we are but the disconnected shadows of time slowly ticking.
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