Like Ancient Prophets Taught

Now love may never mitigate The tortures deep inside, Where painful shame weighed down by hate Has crushed your soul with pride. But love allowed can offer hope For finer fruits of fate, So one more day your soul can cope Eluding Dante's gate. The truths of long ago were forged By scars of last regret; At pleasure's banquet you have gorged And left your soul in debt. The minstrels in the marketplace Will sing a serenade, Lamenting every broken face Upon the promenade. Life is a journey to an end We all in time will know, But passion's path must twist and bend With every seed you sow. It is the nature of the spark That hides inside your soul, To leave a little bitter mark That takes a timeless toll. There is no particle unique Throughout this universe Concealed in truth for man to seek Within a Gypsy curse. But love's alive inside the mind With balm to calm the heart, So you must take the time to find The way to play your part. \ We are the stain of grain upon Totality of time; A micro-part of dusk and dawn; Redemption and each crime. We are the parent of the child Who hungers through the night. We are the causes so defiled Of poverty and blight. A perfect balance bought with pain By times eternal laws. We are the loss - we are the gain Perfected by our flaws. Assimilate 'till you become A universal thought; Allow your mind to merge as One Like ancient prophets taught.