The sun you see is not what it appears to be-
Is it he?
The warmth of absolution that you'll be paid for oblation.
A notion fighting like attrition-
Thought for thought...
Step by step...
How beautifully disgusting it is.
The weak feeding on the weak...
While the strong stand by-
Laughing inside of their realms like Olympian Gods.
A world they built-
Empires perceived as greed and vanity-
Idols we emulate- hate and dissipate.
Searching idly for a villain-
It tastes of wine / some strong and some dry.
We always seem to pour our glasses high-
The overflowing drama of our own kingdom-
-our own time to shine...
That sweet flavor of honeysuckle,
Nodding off to dreams,
Suppose it was always meant to be?
Nothing but but what it told us to see?
Meaningless are these things-
Thoughts of our own,
whimsical and fun;
dark and overgrown,
with scars like thorny veins-
Keep out- Run-
Poison set in, deep felt is it with pain...
A labyrinth it creates-
They wish and them awake;
Monsters they imitate- A mirror behind-
Eyes... Watch it and their eyes.
There it sat, body of Christ in hand.
Devour the saviors blood.
Tilt the hourglass-
Tilt times fateful sands...
Each grain that stacks-
Each grain that stands...
Enjoy the taste of the sunshine's wine.
Drop by drop it awakens life-
Dripping cool, refreshing the light...
...it feels right in the end...
After all we're it controlling us...
Man guiding man?