Crucifixion

9/15/12

Highs and lows, lows and highs

Upon the spectrum, on opposite sides

Hands of clockwork, tower telling time

Predict the course, this universe of mine

It tells the weather of a broken war

I've memorized it backwards

But tell me once more

Turn from old right into newly wrong

I want to return

But I've stayed here too long

I don't know if there's Heaven above

But I'll carry this cross like the final thread

I will carry it always for light and love

I see from the side, the lust of war

A crown of thorns, 

I need nothing more