Souls lost and stranded
Along the corpse of the night
A night so humbly sacred
But given a darker persona

A slight flicker erupts
Among the eyes of the trees
Breathless, I turn
Fighting my cracking lungs

Somewhere I know it lies beyond me
A thought or idea
Whose imagination controls me
A Judas of a puppet-master

Is it I whom do your bidding
Or, am I just a chorus
In your unholy song
Of lies and condemnation

Furious I plunge forward
The hands of the brush
Claw at me and demand
My unforgiving obedience

I demand my independence
From this treason of perfidy
This lackluster emulation
Of sewage love

For my soul now in pain
From your unrelenting fury
And lethal heart of thorn
Breaks my knees before your throne

Still I hold my head up high
My blasphemous tongue firm
I will speak my mind
Regardless if it meet your acclaim

(c) 2008 Joel M. Andre