Broken Faith
This covenant when the world was made
written in the corpuscle of our veins
all of paradise we could claim
and give to Eden a planets name
and there we held in perpetuity
a contract written with the ink of stars
and there we beheld the ineffable hand
the spark of communion
as we stood before the seat of all creation
we rose up from our supplicant knee
swore by oath to always be
the guardians
protect this cradle where life has breathed
provenance of our destiny
our conduit
to everlasting connection
But in breaking faith
we broke the pact
and lost the world
divided ourselves
and waited for even worse to befall
tossed ourselves away so flippantly
and in separation all that we could see
became a fate of death
as if blinded by a trickster veil
we turned from each other and ourselves
and claimed that paradise
was something we could sell
and then we marched with blaring dissonance
into our own manufactured hell
In broken faith the promise burned
and still we have yet to learn
of promises yet to be fulfilled
and so we scratch at the dust
and cry and scream
as bitterly we spit upon the name
although it waits there devoid of time
waiting for us to reclaim our unity
yes we have fallen to the dirt and the grime
with this ghastly potion of arrogance
still choking thick down our gasping throat
if we would but relinquish
if we would just turn back to each other and to ourselves
and admit in the plain view of insanity
that paradise
is something we simply could never sell
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2018
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