...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

3 comments:

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.