The Art of Salvation

The art of Salvation

The path is pierced with stickered thorns

Dating to the day you’re born

The clouds misshaped, split apart

Then it began- you’re beating heart

The hopeless glim that lit your eyes

The heart that’s black- the birth of lies

It was the time the world split

The good: The evil: The half of it

The thriving blood inside the vein

The cross of hope invoked with pain

The sacrifice involved with dreams

Where nothing is just what it seems

A step toward fate: A leap toward goal

A mass of flesh which you control

The puppet strings tied to your wrists

That you control with simple twists

Each action bold; reactions new

Emotions beat; bold, black and blue

You are the nightmare of my mind

From that first breath; you marked mankind

There is one that walks the air

There is the one beneath the stairs

From each perspective: brazen minds

A choice of life for souls to find

One embracing with the light

The other shadowed by the night

Life is perceived as living choice

Surrounded by vast passing noise

The echoes of what we decide

That grants the chance to feel alive

Close your eyes; imagine still

Angel; Devil; you choose your will

©Sean Monaghan 7/14/2013