Of the Earth

Deep Plunging The deafening hooves Of the lost man's famine steed A hunger so vast That its muscles collapse And its passengers clasp To the flowing mane This train derailed And dreams impaled Starvation steals mind's valued spoils Crippled hooven thunder splits Veins beneath the deadlocked soil Withhold the seventh seal And thus creation reels Creatures too far to fall from perfect In sin They press the night, destroy the reigns And bleed apocalyptic veins (Rev 6:3) Sweat drips from my brow As I vow to conquer all chaotic And dissonant reprieve I'll leave once my symphonic cacophonies Trample belief False ways Conflicting space Another stray lost in the maze Craving the sustenance famine plagued Another mouth to feed the praise Raving that nothing shall become righteous Enslaved I've walked in the halls of man Rooted by trodden abandon I'll paint walls with blood by hand Rooted in faith Hunger unites depravity That lurks within us all The inner call for petulance Fools will starve While my cup overflows Taste A weakness I concede The hunt The stalk The verisimilitude of pure dying grace Savor But never satisfy Trust the serpentine Lead me to the tree Barren though it seems All we'll ever need to ruin everything Swallows us whole