...and the Sheep Look Up

I am the voice that whispers love is all you need
I am the force that drives you to justify your greed
And all those who declare war for what is right
Will use my name to justify their power and their might

I am the chink in your armour that lets the demons in
Allowing self-doubt and the concept of original sin
To fester and bloom into a cancerous flower
That will fill you with fear and cause you to cower

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I am the horror that haunts you in the night
And all your panicked prayers and ritual guilt collection
Will only serve to drive further in my direction

March 2009


Compulsively Yours...for now said...

i love it

Pisces Iscariot said...

I'm glad you do - thanks for visiting :)

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

See my posts: Sheath and The Carving of Redemption.

You may find common worth in them. I enjoy your posts.