Time Marches On

The heartbeat of man Skips when you enter The waves of holy water Create a tidal wave of pain Your presence creates anemosity Only secured by the vein People cry when you show your smile For reasons unknown to to the pure Your glistening reflections of light Bounce of the cross on the hill As she hammers in the last nail He waits for death to be still The dark hooded being shows his face Revealing his crooked smile like yours You warm touch and soft embrace Makes his passing far from kill Your smile enters mine so pure Only to be replaced with freedom As I pass unto the next form I will provide you your wisdom The cross is burning The cross is on the floor Time marches on with no racism Time will end all with thrill