Commission

Posted on Jan 01, 2005 | Tags: | Comments (0)

I live only to tell
The unmovable who sell
Their souls to the gatekeeper of an earthly Hell
Because I have begun to smell
The wretched stench of the angel whom fell
From heaven above
Who once possessed true love
The one who tries to shove
His own scaly hand into the creator’s glove
Someone once told me
That I must close my eyes to truly see
Once I heard the decree
Setting me free
From that brought about by a tree
And revealed unto mine eyes was a world of complacency
My ears, once deaf, now heard the vulgarity
Of the spewing forth of foul obscenities
But rather than become a hypocrite
Because from my own mouth filth had once been spit
I will propose an intricately
Woven knit
Directly from my future home
A soul’s sign language whose truth is not heard but known
And I introduce a simple plan to be saved from the fiery pit
To give the only one who could fit
In the God-shaped hole
Inside the soul
Buying it back from what evil stole
To give a heavenly goal
For those who wish to stroll
Down the streets paved with gold
I do not come to beat His word into the skull
But to give an optional
That could perhaps be questionable
Be not trapped in the angelic fluorescent light of the demonic deceptive lure
The confession has the cure
Motivation pure
I am not the judge I am solely the messenger.