Heart So Pure

Dark Spheres of rancid illumination steal forth in hollow woes

 Panderers of false vision cast their angry nets on innocent souls.

 Heartache abounds in this world of putrid silent acclaim

As the thieving spirits of blindness, denude

 Integrity shorn up by bitter shame.

Shallow are their minds, as unto empty are their hearts,

For they lick themselves into subtle submission

And cry upon the sovereignty of innocent spirits which part. 

 Victory is meaningless, defeat is sure,

 Silence is death upon this heart so pure.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005