- Joined
- Sep 2, 2012
- Messages
- 25
I stand, godless, thus lost
and above me there are no
divine clouds looming over the earth,
nor sheeps and lambs around bleeting serenity
across lush, green plains,
now flooded, a mocking rainbow will appear.
We are on an Ark, stranded,
in the "middle" of the universe,
in the middle of nowhere and everywhere,
surrounded by darkness illuminated
by the Orb of life.
Wings on fire, angels fall,
a majestic, pitiful descent,
almost an encore of Icarus,
only no remnant of conceit in the eyes
but rather acceptance,
as Heaven dissipates into
tears that shower the
consequence of Beauty & Chaos,
and being part of the birth of such unison,
I stand, pelted by the graceful torrent
drowned in my own fear
of death for I am faithless.
and above me there are no
divine clouds looming over the earth,
nor sheeps and lambs around bleeting serenity
across lush, green plains,
now flooded, a mocking rainbow will appear.
We are on an Ark, stranded,
in the "middle" of the universe,
in the middle of nowhere and everywhere,
surrounded by darkness illuminated
by the Orb of life.
Wings on fire, angels fall,
a majestic, pitiful descent,
almost an encore of Icarus,
only no remnant of conceit in the eyes
but rather acceptance,
as Heaven dissipates into
tears that shower the
consequence of Beauty & Chaos,
and being part of the birth of such unison,
I stand, pelted by the graceful torrent
drowned in my own fear
of death for I am faithless.
