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Kneeling to pray
One Sunday
Looking at the sky
I felt like Moses
As he climbed those high mountains
At
Mount Sinai
For as I closed my eyes
I felt my soul cry
Sitting alone in its throne room
My own inner tower from heaven
As it saw how the light of hope was dwindling
With corruption
Casting its long shadows
On the many visiting
Young and old sinners
Who foolishly take its bribes
To then walk
In a new cold wind that blows
From deep down below
With so many others
Who now belong
To the Devils many tribes
And in these dark days of unrest
With many souls walking around
Lost
In forests of turmoil
At sea or on soil
Depressed
Factions of souls
Who wander dreaming
Lost
Through many enticing temptations
I always wonder
Do they plead for purification
As they slowly erode to dust
Quietly drowning
In tumultuous promoted oceans
Of distrust
To cleanse themselves
In the deepest wells of the
Primeval fountains of life
Are they but wild spirits
Dancing ravenously under a moonlit sky
Before they die
Bathing in nocturnal essences
Chanting
Artemis
Diana
Hecate
As their shadows spiritually
Twist around the primordial fire
Kissing naked skins of desire
Raising arms in exultation
And programmed hate
Screaming
Mother
Maiden
Crone
Will you bless us
And take us home
My soul
Just whispers
In those crazy silent moments
It's a mad world
A mad
Mad world
As the old age of kindness
Seems to burn
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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