OBLIVION

Sometimes it hurts When the stars don't shine For whenever the sky falls A god dies. Thus it is that sadness comes At the moment of our waking And oblivion sets on those at birth Who cease to see the angels. The Princes of Heaven have fallen to earth, Where cracks and fissures gape And mortals rise above the din To the plane where death awaits. Now the Prophet raises his stave To a rent beyond eternity, While prophesying of the grand design, That to be free the gods have enslaved us With heaven now empty, Insanity grasps us all; While the old crawl back into the womb, And our sucklings rise to lead us. But, alas, the Goths have awoken, From the wayward screams of agony, And oblivion has been unleashed Upon our slumbering consciousness. Still the Prophet rambles on, "From mutability there is no escape." While sorrow claims the throne of victory; And all are left alone & barren. Thus, in the end The master of us all Is he who dreamt us into BEING.

Copyright 1998, Steven Lynn Reeder