To gaze upon the loneliness of hope
Where waters slow upon woven slide
Where mountains rise in mysteries divide
We sleep all among the ancient tones
Waiting for the re-birth of silent bones.
The voices of yore say there's more
Drift must we in time's endless door
Eye opened by worlds in the third
Never to be silenced nor unheard.

The Witness beholds boldly...
Brutalized slaves of no choices
Trading ignorance held captives cruelly
Cameras snaring begotten frames
Peruse demented sickened tainted games
Stretched taunt these links of chain
Piteously beg loathing self sob saviour please
Hate me I'm nothing on bruising’s knee
Shamed dying daily utter unheard of prayers

Atonement
is blinded truths
Tainted dreams of lives unsung
Where grinding bones stay undone
Debt to waste, while pious greed
Hands held high in hopes to feed
Delivered daily begotten heart
Tongues of truth still impart
Wisdom grown in test tube labs
Highest bid is up for grabs

Absent of jury
Trial continues
And beautiful bellies reek of sex
We are all potential suicides
A wombed statistic
Sinner
Shamed to the graves
As sun bows his head
In hollow cave
Absolution eclipsed
This is a storm of bitter days
