The Beast

Wizard's spells and funeral bells.
The beast is flying free.
Lurking in the shadows
of their manmade history.

Toxic waste has rained on their parades.
Animals run far from their charades.
The beastly mob was lingering
outside the chapel doors.
Desiring the feel of so much more.

Alien, the strangeness warped
the choirs lofty hymns. The core
of those old customs turned obscene.
Mesmerized by all the repetition.
Playing with the basics of sensation.

Sparkling light enclosing them,
to hide the darkness of their sins.
Loving words were spoken
in a tone of gross deceit.
Hidden politicians that revered
the power of gold received.

Wandering in search of hidden wonders.
Searching world-wide for secret ways
to sway the polls of popularity.
Adulterated words that spelled
the opposite of freedom's ring.

Wizard's spells and funeral bells.
The beast is flying free.
Lurking in the shadows
of their manmade history.

Toxic waste had rained on their parades.
Animals run far from their charades.
The beastly mob was lingering
outside the chapel doors.
Desiring the feel of so much more.

It came upon them in the light of day.
Catastrophes that killed the interplay.
Black, the magic. White, the light.
The truth turned gray within
their in-between...

? Michaelette ?

9/5/2003
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