Through half-lives and whole deaths,
And surrounded by the shades
Of the clamorous past.
Who will come to save
Those baptised in the blood of monsters
From the shrieking of children
Long lost to God?
Earthbound and heaven shunned,
Doomed to walk the bridges of damnation;
What call will come
To beckon us home again?
Will Water cleanse,
Or Fire make pure
The tainted Breezes
Passing over malodorous Soil?
How should forgiveness shine
Upon those betrayed of self,
Naught but hatred borne
With them into the next flesh?
None breathe to tread
These imprints in our wake,
One path chosen
To forfeit the pain of another.
Where will we shelter
When our souls break open
In the nebulous dusk
After the day has passed?
For we did not know
Whereof we spoke
Nor the price to be cut
From the meat of our hearts.
Now it is too late
To repent of decisions made.
So we walk, awake and dreaming
Through halls of darkness;
Until half meets half,
Becoming whole
In the absence of absolution,
Where hell yawns to breathe us in.