A parade to midian in symphony

A Parade to midian in symphony

Under this full moon light of May

A marching grotesque parade

No laughter or joy but just dismay

At their starking serenade

As the wind howls like a wolf behind its prey

They are the victims of a crusade

Hung on their neck a bronzen 5 pointed star

Throwing religion in to utter disregard

Tears flow like razors slicing white cold skin

Tearing veins bleeding out their sins

The moon sits in the sky peering through the cloudy veil

This parade to midian to kill

Inept stars as they are don’t shine light on their way

Mad aimless parading astray

As I watch from distance with my sanity frayed

I hear her voice like the crackling of burning hay

Looking out for her to see her laid

But a mistake has been committed by thee

Now I am a part of this parade … blasphemy

Among widows the nuptials torn apart

Agony non cupative broken hearts

Women with their hands tied with ivy thorns

Their eyes grey like weeping stones

But not tears but blood rolling from their past

They stood by His grave aghast

Under this full moon light of May

A marching grotesque parade

Laughter dead only dismay

At their starking serenade

Through morrows meadows and graves alike

Seemed like 4 days and endless nights

The skin peeling of our tired legs

Revealing bleeding decayed flesh

Infested with horrid sanguivores

Like a brazen brunette whore

Tantalizing thee to nevermore

To pick them out inflicts so much pain

But allowing such maggots to remain

They shall eat their way through flesh and bone

Severed and devoured like how my life is torn

The atheist’s sharpened axes fell on my strings

Now out of chord with all religious tidings

That is why I am on this parade

May be to burn the hypocrite’s church someday

Skies above sent off rain and biting snow

Bid farewell to heaven’s farthest shores

The children walk aimlessly and maimed

With all they sorrow sublimed

Into anger for church mongers and creed

To avenge their fathers’ death and free…..

Their souls from the tortured asylum of hell

The anonymity of the leader is unraveled

It’s none but the devil who leads the way

Of this esoteric parade

As sirens from far watch with cloudy eyes

Circling vultures up in the blackened sky

As rancid odours hang in the air

Under the raven’s cold stare

The night is still like garnet wine

Like blood stagnating on the Nile

And as we approach the Mediterranean

We are detoured away from midian

The women children mindless and mad

Of their bodies their soul is unclad

The graves dug up by the undead scourge

Devildom voyeurs brought deluge

Filling up graves with fragrant blood

Cloaked in darkness …wetting mud

Worms crawl up and turn the soil

Skies rupture heavenly turmoil

Thunderous clap from the misty skies

Lightning bolts murmuring cries

Marching on to the damned kingdom

Happiness is only found in Sodom

Crosses line the distant horizon

Outlined by the twilight sun

Light like nicotine for the eyes

Thawing through the soul on ice

Moon still hangs in the sky ….

Dawn begins at ravens cry

The diffused light reveals our path

Pavements dry thorny and parched

Embrace of darkness is denied

Howling creatures angles cry

No longer marching towards midian

But to our graves with funeral clarions