Our world
An apocalyptic house of cards
When the man with a will
Is the man with a complex
When angels assume the mantle
Of mortality
Hell is found
Where god’s presence fades
Crying children
Dead men
Anguish as lives are ripped asunder
At the enigmatic whim of fate
To understand the will
Of god
Of man
Of devil
Know they are the same
A three headed monster
Pain and anguish
A cup overflown
No salvation for the innocent
No respite in life
Perpetually wallowing in pity
Until death’s icy waters carry our soul
To die
To live
To free us all
It is the same
Always an old question
Always a new answer
Life
So precious
The prettiest of flowers
Trampled underfoot all the same
Dissent and revolution
Against the chains that bind
Life is a prisoner’s garb
Fire to cleanse it all
Purity in ash
Paradox 