I take the side that reality brings.
To this humble alter I bring this offering.
Eternity wilted like the flower,
Through this organized chaos, the poet holds the power.
Death becomes as illusion,
With one small exclusion.
To come inside the picture frame.
Untainted beauty of the insane.
No solace comes to the great murderer in his torment.
Guilt befalls the survivor as a soul is sent.
Sent her to Shock Valley,
The place to rally.
The strength replenished in a day’s retreat.
To humble the arrogant is no great feat.
Children born stay forever young.
Ancient minds few, their time near done.
Give us a chance to do it again.
We wish not to live among the dead.
In this great lie, we take life in vain.
The time has now come, the time to be slain.