Ages past now and time without meaning
Eternity and two thousand years have not mellowed the feeling
Life’s greatest mystery carved in stone as strong
Blessing bestowed upon the world before so long
In all this earthly and celestial meld
Cult of one thing from the beginning still held
Hate’s as proud, this foul creature
Plagued this Saint, the mainest feature
Great as such still has come to reap
Meant for peace our days to keep
Forever the sight of doom, the dream of breath
Truth now is – our love is Death
Sleeping ground, graves’ reigning beauty
Worlds extinguished – life’s ending duty
Dread it was and love’s as hate
Upon these days of crying fate
Killer vicious, missing just
Yearning though to return to the dust
Jury decided guilty – comes the most cruel
None as horridly evil as this last rule
Quite the good received an Earth
Only evolution lacked a mirth
Screaming loud with all our wrath
Most precious gift though is the Poetry of Death
