I will not descend into this mirage of such bright white
Where false pretence pretends to be with bright light
As death consumes a dreamer’s heart in religious code
Truth will carry us into chasms without false chalets of gold
For distinguished in bright light is human’s coldest wet snow
The lie we die for and its passage home
Oh! I too wish a dream of sweet shrouded eternal crème
Crème of clouds loftier than human voice can ever sing
Where spears of diamond lit streams flow off angel lit wings
A home for bones and soul that remains eternally clean
Where no darkness prevails except in the heavens of hell
And in the land of man with this metamorphous tale
Faith will forever cling to the fog of a dream pretend
Sin will appear now and then for a self centered end
What lie awaits in the seam of mans dream eternal
A life stream running into bottoms of soiled urinals
Mirror images of god shatter as the glass of man breaks
To hear no more the words “for heaven sakes”
The truth of pure life is pure death
Opposite of breathing is out of breath
Overlays of darkness overlay in night
Without Zeus; no faithful way to fight
And so what of this beautiful darkness of peace
Why must we fear what lives in death sleep
The sun warmth taught us what it must
Life was born to grow in the soils of rust
In human patina there dances some dust
The end will always be akin and not a sin to us
