and they called it Sin

and they called it Sin

we have cloaked ourselves in shadows

for there were Demons amongst us

who hunted us by the “sign” of our glow

for we resonated in the “know”

that we were born to be great

the clarion call has been sounded

the trumpet of Gabriel is no long silent

many hearts do hear

this is not another false alarm

and we are not to be charmed

by those who speak with forked tongues

there is but one choice

our voices must be heard

we must speak that word

that actualizes

the rising of our Chi

we can no longer vilify our selves

nor deify our vanities

let the insanity of past megalomania

be loosed

and the illusion will be no more

the Carpenter is removing the Door

from it’s hinges

they have almost rusted anyway

because of our anguished tears of remorse

and of course

naming and blaming the source

never did reconcile anything

vile or not

we are now remembering

what we thought we forgot

but always knew that we knew

yes, somewhere inside of you

me

truth still lived

and now it is time

to stand before Life’s Holy Altar

naked and unabashed

for the ship we once sailed

has crashed

at the bottom of the Sea of Forgiveness

and shall never ever be resurrected again

so forget the past

and it’s iconoclastic remnants

of false valor

for false is what it was

an errant implausible cause

we could not win

and they called it Sin

© 10 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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