It started with a call to light,
Or maybe with a breath of life
It started from a drab penthouse
Or perhaps a dreary space...
With burning mind and the soul ensnared by faith
With wails dripping of hope and eyes veiled by the future!
Lies a robber.... A fearless robber of time ...
...a desperate one with soothing tongue
....a dirty one with stainless robes!
Oh Ye! — he yearns, upon all naive hearts.
Come and board the train of goodness,
—Have a taste of wealth of eternity
—Flush your soul from stain of darkness
—And thrust your ears unto secrets
Oh ye! Miscreants, come and dwell in the light!
He was holy and pure, and I, deluded and helpless
Shackled by my sin I bended a knee,
Just a sinner pleading to be set free.
Using his lies, he bought my heart...
And I turned his torch — a white in black,
Using his eyes, his mouth and voice
He stole a house, and streets and towns
He became a path, a map to light
Inside his heart, he's a black in white,
A fearless one in robes of white,
Or perhaps, a white in white...
The Holy one! With rights to light.
He is the Preacher man!
The guardian of the lost,
The portal to the truth
The keeper of tender souls
A lone knight with weapons of fear!
*©D'MARZ*
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