Stations Of The Lost

Stranded beneath the horizon
Stricken with fear, death fails to abandon
As in the dream that's left behind
Or the soul you search for in the darkness blinding
Deliverance remains, in the absence of witholding
Leaves bled from the tree of life
Overshadowed by the one that carries
The temporal knowledge of foreboding
To brace the light of the unknown
To be placed in mortal chains again
And letting go to relieve remembrance
With all you've ever lived for
Trapped where senses wilt
Through the impact of despair
Denying the path to provenance

Tribes flock to adulate their gods
Where personalities gleam for the want of idolatry
And the obsequious live in imitation
To a saviour who fades in the blink of a phantom scream
So savour the sapidity of your indoctrination
Before you choke on the aftertaste
Of a smoked out subliminal dream

Fear enhances the shell
To shadow weakness
When what is weak seeks strength
Yet behind those walls, the light of spirit falls
When to compensate is to accumulate
And reap in time, the gift of debt
And woe to the one who worships at the temple of himself
With the vain discipline of reverence for the flesh
How do you ever expect to destroy it
And how the narcissist lives for the pleasure of prestige
In a blindfolded measure, stripped
With the fear and ignorance of death
While striving precariously to survive it

This is the age of ignorance
And nothing progresses to ever change
It's the same old desires burning
While the flesh is rotting in its wake
So fill your aching holes of emptiness
And kill the wonder of precious time
Where percipience is lost as you live the moment
To rid yourself of love and grace
As you let your hunger justify

Our inactive empathy is held in tears
For the hand does not reach to where the eyes will bleed
Before they turn away in fear
Still we offer prayers, lay libations at the cross
As though we're prepared to leave and not return
To these inverted stations of the lost