(A lone voice whispers.)
I speak this
Just like another verse
Following me
In a black hearse
On my life’s many journeys
A love song to myself
And you
Linked to my eternal sorrow
Trying to fix all your tomorrow's
To create a tale to tell
All new listeners
In the morrow
When they summon my memory
By ringing my golden bells
When I break
This dark Necromancer's Spell
Remembering
Misfortunes
Suffered
And some deeds
Need to be rebuilt and grew
Things and people
To be build-up
And renewed
To show them what they didn't do
To help them go where they didn't go
For when humanities spellbound
By a simulated show
Like this
Deprived
Of a taste of life's sweet kiss
And lost in dark skies
Beyond a Paris
Once created
Trying to live a new life
In primaeval markets
Of the Medieval
Where each call
Is Answered
By old wishes
Now diseased
Lost in a
A New Age
Where night and day
Merge
In a perfect storm
A perfect symmetry
Of secret societies
Working in harmony
To separate you and I
I go to war
And it's strange
How we bleed inside
Because of this need
With internal skies
Full of memories
Missed
So here I stand
With golden glory
To tell hints of my old story
I
The inferior God once designed by Sophia's raw desire
I
Her lit fire
The Demiurge
The Gnostic Creator God
An Old Testament
Who now walks out
Of his stronghold
Into this world's cold
To repair
The stranglehold
Of The Old Beast
Of Revelations
Once foretold
Send me strength
As I step out
In prayers
And always believe
Cum Fide ad Lucem magna res evenire potest.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
With Faith in The Light, great things can happen.
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