2012 06 22
Pray to broken fruit of death without hope
born from angel wings constructed with hunger
that carry us above dark labyrinth
where ten million numbered doors shining bright
with holiday cheer hide horror of death.
Pray to broken fruit of love without hate
torn from jewel mind constructed with laughter
that leads us all safe through dark labyrinth
where people wearing soul masks they designed
sing holiday hymns from horror of death.
Pray to broken fruit of truth without faith
worn by prophet king constructed as pastor
who guides us nowhere through dark labyrinth
where angels trapped in human bodies sing
to hide fragile minds from horror of death.
Pray to broken fruit of mind without soul
reborn from father constructed by mother
who map way of life through dark labyrinth
where children transform games to politics
and I play god to fool horror of death.