Samsara

Clawed clouds descend upon us! Like Adam so Eve. Naked we wait… What gods we are? As for creation, we End. In his image, we conceive. Forests of masonry stand tall, Chariots of death we ride, What gods we are? From the wells of Hell, we drink. As the elixir of life sings… Like muezzins leading prayers of the prophet. True fountain of youth Indeed, Youth marked by the crucifix? Youth marked by the crescent Moon and Star? In the garden of lost dreams, they lay. Like martyrs of yesterday! INRI… DOB-DOD, MAN-BB! True products of ignorance. TIC! TOC! TIC! TOC! Chronographs of death, Counting as dreams are conceived! What gods we are? As dreams oxidize in our ignorance.