Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
REMORSE OF THE LOST
Oh the sadness and sorrow, why must it be,
Is there any time when it just goes away.
This world is so sad, peoples lives destroyed,
There's nothing left to praise, only condemn.
How many times have I cried to see justice,
how many times have I cried to see joy.
This man who destroys my world,
And torments my flesh;
And all for the sake of the fight.
He fights and struggles so that he might prevail,
Because the fear of failure drives him.
He seeks to prove he can survive,
And not only for himself,
But for his offsprings generations to come.
This obsession for power, a delusion at it's best,
But it rules him just the same.
Love was a thing that his kind never knew.
Just a facade and a status quo.
It sufficed his needs, And deceived his enemies.
But true love, is not fearing anything,
Because love gives all, and feels all.
But they cannot feel love,
They can only feel, what they are bred to feel.
And that in itself, assures their complete self denial.
To live a lie, and to love it,
For the sake of survival.
What a pitiful thing to embrace,
For the sake of a co-pacitic world.
To guarantee friendships, by maintaining a facade.
What a horrid thing to think;
To sacrifice a whole life of giving and caring,
Just to have the assurance,
That you'll be seen as righteous.
If only the one who is holy could be a murderer,
Then they would all be saved.
But he is not a murderer like they are.
He has no part with them, or any use for them;
And it is their pitfall.
They were selectively bred like a beast,
And their perspective of logic embraces the lie.
So the horror of the truth,
When it is finally revealed,
will consume them.
Then the planets will play their part,
And make way for the final frontier.
When the harvest is finished,
The stubble must be burnt,
And rest to prepare for the new.
And so it shall be, when they meet their final demise.
And after twelve thousand years of serenity and rest,
That the universe demands must come to pass;
The new earth will flourish with fresh new life.
For those who could not love,
Because they were bred to preserve their race;
Will be ashes under the feet of those who did.
For they worship the image of the supremis man of sin,
And the beastly emotions that destroy.
And they will be remembered through out eternity,
As the shame of this universe,
And there will be no remorse for their loss.