Illusion

Just i dont know

Tonight I caught a falling dissolving flake drop out of the sky
To my surprised eyes this ancient asteroid was being destroyed before my life
Quietly my thoughts lingered in the antipodal regions of face
Twinkling softly these glossy hopes and dreams painted fuzzy Monets
Kind of like twisting color creams set behind breathing things
More towards the open mouthed war torn and misguided monastery
All that worshiped sat in that silent scare
Before a super gracious sun which boringly stared
And as their silhouetted Satanist crawled out of the cross-adorned door braces
Gestated respondents kept their hollow heads reverently bent
But slow utterances spilled upon the swirling atmosphere in one loud howl
Like a million muffled gongs the worshipers song rang OUT!
Slowly but swiftly the Satanists’ paper-thin lips lurched to form a malicious smirk
He continued to hold the heavy silence on a spider’s thread
A million years passed before the Robed Redeemer uttered any sermon worth its weight in breath