Proof of my mind
lies centuries beyond my grasp.
A bottomless pit
gapes its mouth to laugh.
Volcanoes erupt to digest my unwanted flesh,
a righteously prepared offering
emitting luxurious fragrances
to those who are blessed.
Mine eyes awaken from rest
to gaze those tortmenting flames again.
Dillusion dissolves. The Day Begins....
The Morning Star blazes beyond degrees
April is gone June approaches.
Oaks bear orange leaves.
Avenues plagued with needless events of rage.
The Holocaust revives itself,
and lives on every front page.
Mad men dictate, camoflaged with pin-stripped vests.
Maniacs . . . crosses openly displayed to deliver Christ unto Death.
Protection and Law
no longer govern the lives of men,
No time to heal...
Just now, the Day Begins.