My demons are many
My angels are few
and the time for redemption
is long overdue
For the songs that we sang
from that merciless pew
were just words from an old
dying tome
But the gates of the garden
are opened at last
and an old voice is calling
me home
So to all of my critics
and all of my friends
I’ve loved every one of you
time and again
But the wheel must turn
from beginning to end
and my time with you
is now fading
For the darkness that
soon overshadows us all
will not long be keeping
me waiting
And finally I must
in good conscience proclaim
that the gods that divide us
are one and the same
And it matters not much
if we call them by name
for the names that we praise
are illusion
For the gods resonate
in reflections of men
and within we will
find absolution
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Author:
Coyote (
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Comments6
That’s beautiful
Touching so many reigns
The devils the many
The angels a few
A salutation so just within me too
The time has come for redemption
Wonder what sins are born from a lovely pen
Alas it’s never too late to be born again
A very well penned poetry
Kudos to the moving words
Good words Coyote, we all have our own god and all will be well.
Andy
quite simply brilliant sir .. or to put it another way .. simply quite brilliant ..
wonderful flow, as always
thanks for sharing
I loved this message. Beautiful words.
A paradoxical parting and coming home, explaining the paradox itself. Very powerful.
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