Eternal Emptiness

Choirs of angels singing alleluia
while demon spawn
are tearing at your soul.
Standing in the in between,
worse than the twilight zone.

Deeper and higher, the width is immense.
Seeking a choir that never made sense.
They'll never know the price that man
has paid for their unending innocence.

Love a God that never shows his face.
Take the blows and wallow in false grace.
Feel the pain, it just goes on and on.
Keep the peace so that your God
can sleep the sleep of all eternity.

Suffer in his stead, the Bible says.
Be like Job and just accept his scorn.
Rise into another morn of nothing there at all.
Singing alleluia as you fall into
the pit of an eternal emptiness.

Choirs of angels singing alleluia
while demon spawn
are tearing at your soul.
Standing in the in between,
worse than the twilight zone.

Stars may shine, but nothing glows.
You cannot feel the wind
that blows through you.
There is nothing there
to rest your feet upon.
Nor water left to quench
your endless thirst.

Stand strong as you hold on to both
the right and wrong you feel.
Just one more breath, transition spent,
and all the angels will come real for you...

? Michaelette ?

12/29/2002
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