Searching for the divine

The struggle against the shadows

It's a struggle l always wish was a dream,
One that l don't desire to escape either,
In a blink of a lazy eye, waters taste bitter,
With its source hiding in the unknown universe,
Lonely hills and virgin skies, who can contest?

Beneath his waving beard,
Lies a tale, one that his blood is willing to conceal,
Fleshy thighs, dreamy eyes, it's a time ticking bomb,
A thin skin tempting the divine to fall,
But still upholds the toxic falls of our foes.

Wake up from the deadly sigh,
Perhaps you might stand the test of slumber,
One that recruits the haughty to rule,
One that condemns the innocent visage of thy,
And feed our lambs withered leaves of the fallen.

Perhaps the drivers of our promise have been caged,
Chained or brutalized by the modern appalls,
If so, woes shall overflow in our children's basket,
And Rob them of their wings to cruise above the sky,
It's a mountain that we have counted below our charm.