Poet Of Resurrection

I write to you 

Stories of the damned

Lessons of human demand

Ideas for life to expand

So tell me

Why hasn't thy admitted to shame?

To avoid their part in this game?

To admit they're still the same?

Why? 

With this pencil

I sharpen my skills 

To help all thy unclean

Let's have faith we can stencil

For it is hope in life everyone kills

Begging to be unseen

For this paper isn't just something I write on

But everything I reflect my sorrowful life upon

Where my feelings and emotions can be spawn

Recreate the broken mind

Search for the ideas skattered

Unwind the vile blood of unkind

Blood brothers fallen to be splattered

We hold the key as we read

Interpret our views into reason

For we can grow upon this seed

And recede from treason 

As should all hope in here bleed

As the coming of changing season

Be forth thy wisest

In return thou shall be remembered

Be kind be the nicest

The mind shall never be dismembered

I write to you 

Stories of the damned

Lessons of human demand

Ideas for life to expand

But thy hasn't realized

The hope in trust emphasized

May the future be euthanized

Unless we can still cling to the blessed vine

Than yet our hearts are set out to be divine

From our brains to toes to our very spine

This is the time 

Follow the heavenly chime

Begin the new life well deserved

We are no longer desolate

Absentia no longer reigns here