I have but loved, yet they ask
what love is,
for they know not the
contemplation, nor the fullfillment
of lifes purpose.
For all the bans and prohibitions
is but a distraction found.
There has never been a revolution
for all their ideas
do not come to fruition
it is but conversation
to make for attention.
It is the transformation of soul
into holiness
to ascend the specters
of this existence, to return Home
to the heavens be -
For all their plots and schemes
they know not the burden
of power and wealth and force
but envious of it still
for in rumours oft is found but
a "They know not what they do
for if they did, they wouldn't"
For we are the angels which fell
from graciousness
this is our prison,
in oaths we were bound at the
beginning and end. |