(Philosophy Poem) Dry Bones

Dry Bones

 

Twice it shall be where we are totally exposed

Sinew, skin and our clothes will always pass away

We hide our virtues or our lack thereof only in vain

Our nakedness we try to hide yet many shall see it

All that lies beneath our ornaments fades with time

 

Do our bones just lay beneath the ground waiting to rise

Will we awake for All Saints Days to love or to hate again

The Soul given us, does it lay quietly waiting in the ground

From the Crypt of the Underworld one day Hell will surely arise

Above the ground or beneath it, where can our Soul or bones hide

 

In the depths of the Seas many have sank into the sand and will first arise

Some bones lay frozen in time, others are but vapors in the winds of wars

In the Badlands and deserts there are many lives hidden in shifting sands

At the Word of G-d the great and the small will arise in their allotted hour

Our bodies dried bones will go to dust, yet our Soul to Paradise or the Fire

(Real World Poem) Terrorism

TERRORISM

 

What in the name of Satan has terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter to God

The Devil’s broad-ax is heated in the delusions of evil men

Raid upon raid blood upon blood dry bones baking in the sun

Can civilization grow when the stench of blood is on your hands

 

Generation’s grow more hate filled with the passing of time

How deeply does the blood splatter upon your hate filled Souls

Those that you kill is it for flag, honor, their land, God or gold

In whose Army do you ride upon the ancient Saints dry bones

Do you ride with or against the Four-Horsemen Revelation foretold

 

Fear and tyranny, do you claim Valhalla or virgins as our life’s goal

Kill all who are not like you, is this really God’s or Satan’s own will

Satan tries to wash his hands in the blood of God’s Holy Saints

Black pajamas nor bright white sheets can save the Soul within

Nation against nation, clan against clan, all blood is red spilt

 

I kill you or you kill me the breath we all breathe is the same

Does God require blood sacrifices to turn little boys into men

Terror you have given, at your death, Satan laughs in your face

Idiots, the Devil takes the breath of the innocent, at your hand

Terrorism and God have nothing to do with each other my friend

Saints blood you have spilled, now you sink into Hell through the sand