The Road To Damascus
I join my fellow travellers
On the road to Damascus
The guilty the ignorant the egotists
With our ashen faces
And threadbare skin
Confined and self absorbed
We walked mostly in silence
But some dare to speak of destiny
of been no other way
We can see Damascus in the distance
Beyond the mist perched upon the hills
But the road is long and many fall by it's side
And nobody weeps for the defeated
Their bodies picked cleaned
by eternal hungry vultures
Who turn honest men
Into money making machines
Oh they had me for while
Got me chasing television dreams
Driven demented by the fallacy
Of a corrupt and plastic reality
Yet Damascus always waited
So I take perilous steps
Towards that beacon of light
Hoping like my fellow travellers
To be anointed in it's enlightenment
Washed in its salvation
and forgiven by it's redemption
So I tie the laces of my tattered shoes
and swallow the last of my pride
And follow the road
That can have no end.
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