Night,
like the calm before the storm I didn’t know what to expect,
The betrayers blood stained the sky for many years,
Yet it was religious,
My mind seeing dimensions beyond mortal thought,
You forced my hand,
But you didn’t mind,
My mind blown out of the water,
The fear settled in,
Yet it was bitter sweet,
My music was a shield,
Yet nothing can stop fate,
Lives of men long dead flashed before me,
Fear,
The blank stares at screens of light,
raw power at it’s purest,
It was Religious,
I hated the world at that moment,
reality bending to taunt me,
It left it’s scars and torn it’s path,
Yet nothing could bring back the peace,
The fire in the sky,
The smoke consuming us,
Our lives didn’t matter,
they were dust in the wind,
Nothing could save us then.
Change,
I See now that It was symbolic,
Yet it destroyed the mind and the body,
It was still religious,
through visions of pain and fear,
we found enlightenment,
It was perfection in the simplest form,
Through trains of thought and brute force,
We saw what we really were,
The Essence of hate and love,
It was the ultimate expression,
The scars still showing yet no one cares,
It was religious.