and the fallen shall rise again from their makeshift graves
And the tears of this times manifest,
the grumbling of overt evil,
the puntiation of wickedness
with the the cold black lines of apathy,
What are we to say now? Do we stay dead in our beds?
Or do we walk forth in resilent radiance,
the kind of light that the world lacked in full,
the kind that burnt away
our track record of our own carnal folies.
Are we gonna be beaten down by the fist of cold logic?
This hammer that judges us by toliet trained merits,
the neverending cycle of pefection
drawn forth by the weakness of our fickle flesh,
Or do we strike out in total victory?
The ultimate leap into the great abyss,
All in the total in a total assurance of a grace unlimited
here’s to the luck that never really was.
Is it worth following the trail of the dead now, my friend?
a procession of garish masked defeat,
a proclaimation of formulas that were really nothing at all,
Wake up and Open up your eyes… the wide expanse of heaven beckons forth to you,
forsake the dead of the the rational… for the truth of the blood will set you free,
for blessed is the one that comes to Him alone!,
the renewal of all that is dead, the genesis into the light that will never die!
