At a Crossroad

Having all lost faith, Fostered by enriched poverty, Solving all to be sovereign lord of fame, At a crossroad there within, Owing to limits crossed, the boundaries, No going back, Just for a simple task, A pale of blood, Cowardice has won greater respect. Just to re-arose hidden ego. A cruel Manson on high horses. Times run faster as lifeless leaves, The terror of hell to behold, But the cross, seems better to besiege, The sanctuary a cool hideout, Searching for the Almighty to hid by His Armpit, The war of the elite, just for a soul to win, Feud of angers, the chariot of hell gone loss, In closes Heaven’s there within lies vengeance, But pains inflicted by traitors never heal. And heaven lied deaf, for blood is a sacrificial sacrilege.