Thursday, February 3, 2011

Bring upon us, the flood

Although existence is truth
There is the eternal
There is the finite
And I am tween the two
I am a clay construct
Made of flesh and spark
I am condemned to earth
To abide in my existence
With tempered beast
Primal core
Tribal fears
I am at once
Decay’s feast
For upon me
When I am lost of spark
The worms shall dine
Until I am gone
My remains shall fade
But my soul
Will become divine
Redeemed of my pain
By holy blood
A single tear enters the ocean
Causing a major flood
We become one
With eternity
In the end
And eternity
Is just begun