Darkness (Jim Morrison, I am not...)
Darkness
Heavy on our souls.
We need a new sunrise,
immaculate in conception,
perfect in splendor and raideance.
Come forth and bring peace,
come forth and bring inlightenment of the ones gone before.
Did you know that mad spitits roam free in the devils hour?
Did you know that searching souls roam wild in the night
under dim stars that shine dim scenes in the graveyard?
There's a deamon on the doorstep. Destruction for sale.
Nations buy in bulk.
If blood is the rose of mysterious union,
are bullets the brand of enevitable death?
Shoot the fuckers down.
More roam in the sands in midnights madness.
"This is the end, beautifull friend, the end."
The Poet still sings somewhere in the sun.
Bring a new sun. A new day,
not of destruction.
Rise and come forth.