Love

Morning stars and mystical roses
And the lady with the bastard child cried
"Our glory compares nothing to that of the dark eyed child
For they shine even greater than that crucified gesture to sin and God"
And so the lady burned herself in shame

And a Shepherd came along
With broken chains and bleeding stigmata
And as the wine dripped through his thirsty lips, he prayed
"Lord, by all means I let thy faith depart
For this child is the son and the father"

And in the holy land
The Wailing Wall crumbled
The temples grew dim
And the Euphrates wore its black dress
Sewed by the crying ink of the Holy Scriptures

And up above the seventh heaven
The throne was no more
The angels and their king kneeled down to the child
And the lord stood still
His words had betrayed him

And with the dominating color of his ominous eyes
The child conquered a crippled poet's mind
And with his weeping pious heart
The child cured the poet's teenage disease

And so, the poet's pen wrote with blasphemous blood
"I wrote of pain, but to you I'll write of love
Forgive my brain for it is vague
And my words are unworthy to your light
But I lost the battle with God
And my religion is now you"