Return to eternity
In violent shakes of palms you lift the mighty to the ground,
Reclining head bent to rest; wish away the endless hours.
Watch the living bread swirl to infinity in the lakes
To endless depths and blackened thoughts
Weíll burn the heretics to warm the fires.
Muttering whispers raised to the deafened fool,
Mouth open in awe about his surrounding.
Others move on and out as the thunder rises over the garden.
They twist back the hands of time
To when we were serpents choking on our dust,
heads fixed towards the sun glowing in memory of our loved ones.
Pavement stone tears the dragging skin.
On marching shadows stare right through me.
Mechanic ants locked in one way streets.
Naked tones of uniform stamped: the vultures prey.
Stripped of emotion that is cast as waste in a dying river.
Cannot reap penance on the ancient urban stone.
A crushing wall of millions forces us to walk alone.
Pestilence without prejudice
The lepers shine their spots
and bandage our wounds
they inflicted to get inside.
There they play out their Blessed Sacrament
Their temple: our body.
Suffering the crucifixion
the skeleton is a cross to give witness
to ďThe king of the people.Ē
Here they are slaughtered and virus spawns
In another bloody valentine.
In polished mirrors peer their eyes
Watching us as we stand on the inside.
They pretend their roles and make them so.
Down comes the plague of cleansing,
Strangely in such horror we feel the same.
I hear you scream.
Blind penance speaks.
Drenched out in the furnace sun,
Blaze our minds as we lay down
beneath the desert skies.
I am sullen here, trapped beneath,
dampened sounds ring out in my head.
Sweating still a voice murmurs nonsense
quietly dazed in streams of alcohol.
triggered with bursts of energy.
I lost myself that night,
I woke to hear you scream.
Blind penance speaks
From a lonely place I lost myself
my trail of thought.
"I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity"
Nicky Wire, A design for Life.
manic street preachers
"Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair"
"To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-09-2000).]