Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing


Alone with itself

The truth burns in fury

Damnation to melt
Its legions are many

Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing

And lined in the queue

The mirror the liar

Death hiding within

The priest the deceiver

Who threatens with sin
But truth holds dominion


Setting fire to the throne


Rising above and beyond

What's self-righteously known

It calls to you silent

As it calls to you loud
Do you hide in the shadows

Or answer back proud

That thing that you reference

From your prison within

Those things done in deference

Now caught in the wind
You lie as you bargain

You cheat and defame

One voice now your jailer

And calling your name
Your back to the altar

You hide in the pew

Before robbing the poor box
A new low for you
Your history tarnished
And legacy shot
Your name ill-begotten
From all you are not
But truth has no time stamp

No ticket to claim

One choice will release it
Life starting again
Your mortal days finite

You have to act fast
Will you ask for redemption

 —your soul to repast


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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Kurt Philip Behm

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