Contributed by Robert Lyons
The falling beam breaking atmosphere
A stars deflection, crashing near
The beast is here, come hither
A temple for hire, coffee sir?
Blurring the lines, liars are blind
So we hoof along aloof to wrong
All week long we succumb
Dumb to the reason
Seasons go by, tithe, tithe
Get together, community strong!
Bonded by proof that they belong
Dancing and braying to the songs
The earth will quake assuredly
Here comes the storm
Man and beast make measure
Soon before a shining thrown’
A line will form with dead at horn
And many hearts will be torn
As the son of man frowns upon
Your life’s hypocrisies, you will ask
“Did the King ever know me?”
