Innocence, Wisdom and Death
We were alive once,
when compassion surrendered identity;
and understanding held no expectation.
Alive in a world of innocence.
A hundred times we've heard these words of rescue,
giving aid for the death of our innocence.
Wisdom crying pleads of reason,
only to be held by the remorse of betrayal
It was then we clung,
from necessity, to our truth.
To our common defiance.
Together we are strong in our independence,
in our since of wisdom.
Slaves to our own arrogance.
Even marching to death we hold strong.
And so we unknowingly pray
Gods of our perception,
we commission.
Lead us to death in our eternal union...
All is lost when innocence is gone and defiance remains
Copyright © Coby Booth | Year Posted 2009
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