The Tomb

Time is serenading a soulless march September sings mournful, parched tomb Lies untouched in the bleeding hearts crying out For redemption and hearing a requiem no doubt Iniquity without solace, truth waved bye Long ago and we suffer and die As vapid pleonasms offer no comfort To troubled minds and souls, now come forth Receive the blessings found in this tomb Reciprocity of love and truth now looms Across the sky when you enter here and help The impecunious muster, give them a hand Love your brother young man, for this tomb In its glory and blazing irascible light dooms Evil's plans of vile treachery, blindsides the Buried bile of biblical mockery so confided and... Entombed eternal "Become who you were born to be, not who you've allowed yourself to become."