Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Existence: Slaughterhouse

From temperatures of fire to the deep freeze
Life on earth is a moment, a brief time to be
Time slays all old life and feeds it to the new
A perfect cycle, bleeding and joyful and true
We'll sleep in that place ready to see the light
This existence is not in our own hands or life
In time the madness fades but it isn't restored
We're forgotten, reach towards eternity's core
Arms raising, seeking a great promise given
Emptied we seek to become holy, forgiven