Speak Secrets
10/01/13

With her proficient hand and mind and craft
the witch's labors of art turned to laughs
For the heart of lust endues the path
or, in failing, finds a way of outstanding the last

All of the soldiers, of armored automatic gun,
Were set upon the wall, around the world they'd won
Their atomic math of added social wrath
Makes the outcast loath all they'd done

Who, I inquire now, is the one they call, "God"?
Is it the nature of merely feeling holy?
Both the terror and the love of a deathly course
and the fear of blood will always ever protrude
giving me the means necessary in expressing our doom

For the king of all, sits dead upon his throne,
Killed by the world he once did own
For we've yearned and we've learned,
of higher wilder things,
on shadows' wings
And now it's our time to let secrets speak