Dark Clouds Drift Away
Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius
The hell riders of the apocalypse
invade God’s own world,
corrupt the human spirit,
so compassionate once.
Blood flows thick as incensed streams,
bullets rip through the buds of dream.
The homeless drifts as alien,
terror flares up in militant hearths.
Despicable tyrants mutilate lives,
plunge people in the cesspool of vice.
Dislodged empathy goes astray
as fanaticism defaces morality,
breaks brotherhood with hatred.
In the anchorless waft of greedy minds,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of the dark times,
untamed instincts ruffle the sane senses.
Dark clouds of menace surge with hell storm,
drizzle poison on souls and minds,
suck them into the whirlpool of suffering,
swirling within the vortex of danger
where clear Aquarius minds turn opaque.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags our minds
into tormenting tides of gloomy times,
the inner voice of conscience calls.
Rising from the dismal abyss of agony,
we see the light of wisdom illumine the soul,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
discern the heavenly brilliance
light up the goodness of humanity,
dispel the darkness of distress.
Beneath the mortal perception,
the pacified minds build sensual images
with the contours of new insight
on the fleeting canvas of awareness,
design the divine wisdom as the charioteer
that turns the wheel of righteousness,
take the humanity out of acrid calamity,
as the dark clouds of apocalypse drift away.
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