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