throughout the lasting darkness
while all the prophets burn
this modern descent into hell
everything we should have learned
locked-up and hidden in a secret cell
moreover all this human yearning
what is it that spirit has to tell
what is it that we must discern
can love heal all our hurts and wounds
will all our morbid scars haunt us
torment us until the lurid end
how does marvelous salvation sound
or is salvation something we can only pretend
imagine all your wants and needs found
everything good and profound
all the endless cosmos sends
perfection rising from a sacred ground
beyond these drastic plastic games we play
thinking chemistry will somehow clear the way
but what will make forgiveness last
when each caste wakes to make amends
for the planet's profitable sake
amend these futuristic fantasies
rebalancing existence on feet of clay
does reality exist midst all our infernal trends
or is life just a fragmented dream
who gets to bleed and who gets to play
I'm not sure if the world is red or green
who gets to leave and who gets to stay
I'm not sure if light will win over darkness
who needs to grieve and who needs to pray
wondering what colour the world will be today
or if the prophets will one day wake and pray
oracles reincarnated out of starkness
that place where prophetic souls wait and preen
when perfection smiled at me from the edge of dark
light shifted and darkness suddenly seemed at bay
if a smile can enlighten the world
imagine what radiant love might do
when love illuminates every beating heart
imagine the world in a bountiful garden way
where we are the soothsayers
divine gardeners doing our joyful part

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