Mysteries
It’s natural to ask with
ease
Why the entire world rages
so
The mysteries of histories
Like candles flicker to
and fro
Like snow stacks up and
forms cold walls
Our passions build
dividing us
The yellow sun rises and
falls
And truth is blurred
superfluous
Once white, now spotted,
stained and still
We’ve skipped a beat or
two or three
We shoulder burdens of the
kill
Expecting a delivery
Emotions vaulting for the
prize
And feasting on what
others dine
And dance upon the world’s
demise
Becoming old, gray and
benign
And so the people rant and
rave
And grapple with what they
can trust
As moonlight shines upon
the grave
The cold dead bones just
turn to dust
Love haunts those who dare
to believe
Enchanting those who will
receive
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