The
last commandment standing’s turned to dust
While
you who shoulder sin perfect your gods,
And
I who strive to greet the end of time
Could
likewise any moment meet the grave,
Where
in my time of dying I shall sing
These
love songs to the dead and ever gone.
Consoled
by nothing more than idle thought,
My
unaccompanied soul finds shelter in
The
soft embrace of chaos you deny.
Were
I to turn and face this fate alone
And
find behind this door that opens here
The
murmured voice of love that’s due to all,
Such
trespass I would never reprimand,
But
welcome to my heart this burning need.
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If I had made
you wait outside that door,
Then who could
say with more than half a truth
This waiting
shan’t have signalled my demise;
If Time ticked
through his circuit first then I
Allowed you entrance
into my domain,
No certainty
remained this age we’d share.
When Time by
his dictation called to court
This cosmic-law-abiding
soul I bear,
The judge presiding
called the witness forth
And several silhouettes
approached the bench.
Each one a word
in truth and honour clad,
Their whole made
up the sentence to be passed.
With which triumvirate
I my freedom won
And flourish
to this day in the rewards.
