Come Raging Fire

Come, raging fire, and cleanse from my soul that “Greatest” of all words … HOPE. I have seen the detritus of this life and have known The grandest of songs and still I am left wanting. A blackness gapes within my heart, A place of infinite sorrows Where nightmares would go to die, and still I have not Glimpsed the darkest of you, The seed that you sew, and that has thus been implanted Into this thing called humanity That keeps us raging, that keeps us steadfast in completing A self-fulfilling prophesy that only Propagates, that thing called sorrow. So take this blade … this cold Thing that we all know of as hate And plunge it with all haste into the vortex that is “never ending”. Show it the home that it left …. Millennia ago by your choosing and bring it back with all wrath To the place that sent it seeking. For the children of man want you not for anything but reminiscence, And know this, that though The darkness may reign it wouldn’t be there without the light, And with a quickness all that you Know Can be erased. So bring forth lightning and bring forth thunder, Spew out your arrogance for all to know Let the earth tremble at the sound of your name but know that within you …. There is a soul.