He screamed and begged us to turn back. | 1 |
We were wrong. | 2 |
We were so | 3 |
Wrong. | 4 |
Our heads had been wrapped in a cloud of darkness, | 5 |
the clouds of smoke from the end of society obscured all vision. | 6 |
The choir behind, its raging fists bore down a march-like, cult-like chant... | 7 |
"Justice is not for you to take, | 8 |
Holy you must be. | 9 |
Listen, just listen for the bells to toll. | 10 |
The Horsemen are on their way". | 11 |
Choir, of sweet choir of pain and redemption. | 12 |
In the faint glimmer of light, we saw our leader's mighty book, weathered from use. | 13 |
From the pages cried out a young man tied to machines that make him be. | 14 |
Strum strum strum into our minds the truth of this world...and the next. | 15 |
Pluck each string, woven from experience. | 16 |
Pound the drums of pain and hope. | 17 |
Slide your fingers on beauty. | 18 |
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And the congregation, afraid of such truth, | 19 |
Rocked back and forth on their pews...humming along. | 20 |
A hand went up to ask how the courage could be obtained, | 21 |
but with a glance of the fearless leader, his fist had the answer. | 22 |
It burst into flames and shone in the sky... | 23 |
nothing. | 24 |
That was the answer. | 25 |
There was a nothing, a nothing of the heart never explored. | 26 |
And all eyes turned to the wooden prancing sticks, | 27 |
warning us, preparing us | 28 |
for what would be the greatest thing the crowd had ever heard. | 29 |
As a young convert lifted his face into the light, eyes closed, | 30 |
he lifted his metal scripture, furiously flipping the pages of it. | 31 |
He's right, the crowd thought. | 32 |
Eyes closed, shivering, mind spinning, arms around their souls | 33 |
they rocked back and for in their pews...humming along. | 34 |