I have seen the barren landscapes
Dotted with the charred columns of fallen empires
Leaving us to stew in the consequences of past empires turned to ruin
Even and always after the most torrential fires
Life begins anew!
Fists clenched
I m going to heaven to talk to god and this time it s personal
The walls echo with blood
The false prophet dictates the false prophet dies!
Man s soul is in mortal peril
The dangers unforeseen
Cloaked
Shadowed
Plummeting into the sea
Of all the words of mice and men
The saddest are it might have been
Bathe in the flames of a life that only myths have told
A vast land
Waiting to be explored a land of caverns
Forests
And moors
Sitting on a hillside
Watching the sun set over the trees
Feel the possibilities the life carried on the breeze!
Life!
But how to live?
This is my diathesis. .