One day I will see you again
To call me the wretch I am
For lost time
The task at hand
There is no calling
From beyond the veil
Wails proclaim the culling
Turning my face pale
Fond memories take form
Finding no time left after adjournment
This path so easily makes
Nihilistic sociopaths
Anything not held in remembrance
Shall find those gilded gates
No matter the labor or ethic
Will recompense be compensate
Riding lightning
At solemn vigils
Feigning pain
During the merriment
Find life
As a futile insult
Spitting in the face
Of forgotten gods
There is no will held
By god
Devil or man
That looks separable
Find the faith
In your loved ones passing
Find that strength
That you alone still stand
For nothing is
As fleeting as the faith of man
No purpose has meaning
When death offers its hand
Paradox 