Argento

 

(A lone voice whispers)

In this new spiritual war, 

I've searched

So many once long forgotten rooms 

Hidden in this cathedral of my mind

My old worldly kingdom

Looked in faded memory tombs

For freedom

Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth

Mementos of life on Earth 

Endless light

And dark cloaks

Worn by

Recollections

Of folks

Invoked

Now 

I'm here 

 

Standing like a lighthouse 

Before all the oncoming

All consuming darkness 

By this 

Always burning 

Old Oak tree

The only truths

I now know

Sharpened by the Blacksmiths 

Of Time's

Anvils

As it flows

Like poetry by

Oscar Wilde

And it's why 

My soul

Now bleeds

In rhymes and cries 

Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond 

Filled to the brim

With greed and sin

Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers

Are summoned 

By lone priests

To dig

I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash 

As foolish lovers

Took the Devil's cold cash

Looked upon empty bedrooms 

As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes

Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow 

As their leaves 

Withered in sorry defeat

In the ethereal snow

Saw Straw Men

In red clouds 

Ride in

Smiling

To rain down on those 

Praying to sin

But through it all

No matter how many

Pieces have to fall

The only truth that matters

Is to have faith

In whatever religion 

You believe in

To break the bullpen 

 

So You'll know when to protect yourself 

To never choke again

For one day 

We

The true believers

Will stand 

Shoulder to shoulder

Arm in arm

And sing this

Our battle song 

O LORD

O LORD

Keep us

Safe

O LORD

Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence 

O LORD

By planners

Hiding 

In the silence

O LORD

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The way to

The Ford

So 

Hear us

O LORD

So

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

Do you believe 

You'll stand and sing

Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation 

Comes and

Begins

I hope so

For when the trials of sin come

I'll look for you 

To take 

Your arm

To sing our marching song as the great purge begins

To the sound of beating drums

O LORD

O LORD

Keep us

Safe

O LORD

Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence 

O LORD

By planners

Hiding 

In the silence

O LORD

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The way to

The Ford

So 

Hear us

O LORD

So

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy