Lip Service

The memory will fade,

the experience will die, I'm sorry.

A riot from lips slowly rising,

sentences spoken by snake tongues.

 

Orator bleeding ears,

a wound for the cancer!

a disease for the weak!

a drink for the suicide!

everything dead.

 

Just a second to breathe,

a minute to weep,

a life time to fail,

eternity repeating.

 

Take the wine from Christ,

empty goblets thrown to the world,

steeples bleed with virgins,

the thrust of priests,

orphaned babies.

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

wow, intrinsic, and dissaray, I don't know the underlying, but its very deep, and morth. It makes me weep. :) ---mishel

[Phillip J Clayton]

Cheers luv, glad you like :)