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The midnight wind
bloweth thy way,
With its comfort
every man still scares away,
As every fair minded
one can see,
People yearn for
education and yet are still not free,
The tornado of power
and lust scares our minds,
Yet our hearts cry
for hope, for love, for a soul,
We can try to achieve
until we cannot try no more,
Then do we realise
we have still yet to score,
The night is like
ignorance, it showeth no way,
Until truths light
manifests the way and only then is born the nature of day,
Knowledge is a mystery,
it hath definite power,
We explore in depth
to build up this tower,
But when we drown
in consumption and bleed from the heart,
Our reasoning feels
we are back to the start,
So what is the difference
between life and death?
Is this harvest
of reasoning our only true wealth?
Both these consequences
destine us all,
But what of its
essence that rises and falls?
Deaths mysterious
understanding lies not in power,
But what we make
of life, every hour,
What treasured mystery
can comprehend its might?
The fact is that
death is life's shadow, it flourishes with light,
The evolution of
doubt has decomposed faiths harvest of growth,
Like a diamond,
we are of value but compose of nothing but charcoal,
Where is this eternal
bliss thou promised?
Is it now, is it
later, is it honest?
God, the almighty
source above,
Where is your vision,
your grandeur and love?
We are starving,
we are crying, we are as nights darkened moon,
Yet we have our
vision, grandeur and love, but what is the tune?
Perhaps as human
beings we appreciate the turmoil of life,
On other planets
and stars is their voice strife?
Its like a dark
mirror we see ourselves head-to-toe,
How much of the
mirror we trust, we'll never know,
God, is not faith
the mirror image of your glory?
Once told by your
prophets in all their stories ...
This darkness is
likened to a night with no moon or star,
Its ignorance, its
wealth, its indeed that scar
But in our struggle
we search to find eternal true love,
The harder we search
the longer it takes,
We give up hope,
but our fragile desires never wake,
We become torn into
two; one side is a lover and the other a hater,
Then once again
unto the heavens we turn, unto our Creator,
We breathe our final
anguish as our mind tears us apart,
It gives birth to
a remedy which was needed from the start,
There were no visions,
no signs, no false mirror images so smart,
Its just that we
realise we've finally lost our heart,
And so the avenue
of death haunts us as we approach its gate,
Who will be first,
who will enter, who will have to wait?
Like a shadow that
only haunts us at the hour,
Where should we
turn to absorb all that power?
This must be where
our salvation lies,
The midnight wind
... it sees us and
cries ...
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