Thunder ripped through the skies while the clouds dripped blood on those that
forgot the rules of the soldiers of the underworld.
Multiple raging fires consumed the streets. Contaminating our minds, our bodies,
and stealing our breath.
The new dawn would escape into yesterday.
Through this anarchy, I saw
their anger, the narrow tightness that seemed unjust. And others I saw when
self-control was lost and they bordered on madness.
The pain of their weapons
melted into our bodies. Shattered pieces scattered. Encased in the walls I
could see the bodies, lined up one by one with their mission parameter of
taking the fingers of the holders of hope.
Where is my God to shine his light
upon me?
And I hid alongside the corridors and peered from side to side to
find my safest exit. Through the madness I could still see that time was a
race to survival. But there stand the faces of Death approaching waiting to
complete the fate.
I did not know the depths I would travel through this
fight to freedom. Yet still, they heard the pounding in my heart and the fear
that escaped through my breath.
Taking me and leaving me with the faint
illumination of the dark parts of our mind. Constricted in this enclosed
entity with it's frame of reference and it's fixed points of opposition.
Trapped in this pit of darkness I remembered when the spirit wants to fly and
the mind wants to die, and your hands remain chained, and the end of the road
is Heaven.
In this tunnel there laid an audible frequency distributed equally
through it's course. This white hole in which matter and energy emerge. Upon
entering the harrowing winds swept me down and carried me to it's
Mother-home.
And I knelt and I wept as I looked on.
Confronting this molted
metal dripping from it's eyes. This serpent with it's black wings ascending
around it's back. The dragon being born of immense electrical surges bearing
the power of breathing flames engulfed my very soul in a battle I fought to
control.
Endless thoughts escaping, nowhere to run for the things that are
left undone. And in my weakest hour and on my darkest moment I could still
gaze beyond the rain.
And to which I stood so bold and stared into it's eyes,
closing my eyes forever to this mere child of rage.
