Reflections
of a Soul before his, entering into the "Lake of Fire" and
Everlasting Torment.
I spied the immortal angel of death last night
as I danced after him, after our fatal fight
The angel I saw was wearing a disguise
He came to me as one who was full of mercy, and one who was wise
As if in a dream, he came to me possessing the image of
Your elegant self, he came baring gifts and kisses
With tears of remission, “ah but, him come to late”
For I was already stone cold, and turned immortal
And you were on your way, as always slow as the turtle
I awoke lost in the darkness, strung unto the greasy beam
It was set high and above a sea of moaning faces; oh how they gleamed
A dimly lit star was the only thing set above me
The beam on fire, I was a tossing and a turning
Facing the faces that were moaning
I was strung out upon It like that Jesus guy
Like he on his cross, was I
But, mine was a single board
Cut from deadwood; a cord
That is continually forever singing down
My arms wide and my feet dangling down
I was still wearing a crown
My, own crown
Suspended over the oceans of sorrowing, souring faces
Souls dressed up afire and upwardly facing
I too was set a fire and proclaiming no guilt as I spoke
But yet, I was not consumed, just pained and poked
The pain only weakened by the faces below
As each one proclaimed his history of woes
They revealed the unjust hurts, that they received
At the hands of their lovers, and this world of ours we all so believed
Now bathing in theirs and mine; our own proclamations, which only adds to our sting
We volley continuously for placement upon this beam
I have held this spot, upon this alter as long as I can remember
For now, it is all I can remember
As I am pushed aside and pulled to the floor, these oceans roar
As they rock and they roll; they all pull me under
For now my lover, she soars unto the beam
And then when there, I alone return unto the ocean's floor demeaned
