Spate quickly Orpheus and oracles
Chaucer quick-witted wizards
Your drop dead song and words
Empty in the mouth of buried time
Each of us share here and gone
Pre-occupied in Icelandic dreams,
Refugees from the great beyond
Cheating psalms with philosophy
Your learnt answers, keen and smart
Still fear the blindness in the dark,
And spray ye sparks to light last path
But light has fallen from this day at last.
Twice burned candles now light your way
This zest for Zion, maybe a tour de force
Yet daily sun, yearns to burn, most our days
But, when darkness crawls, it chains remorse.
Justice knows to search our souls
Judgement made for brains and bones
Dirty days wash down hells drain
With dark red eyes, judge dark red stains.
Atheist are asked to raise their hand
In Jesus Christ, the rest to stand
Yet outstretched arms should rise to sky
Not a single one, it seems they lied.
The jaws of hell dogs smear their kill
Atheists, seems not quite as clear
Standing by, those who cheer, asking forgiveness
They hearGod say, “no” to survival of deliverance.
The faith in you, in which you faithfully write
Takes no more faith, turning on this light,
Gambled away, from the knowledge tree
But when God does call, we’ll see you pee.