Jan 15, 2009

PIOUS MIND

Inflation drench on her sanctuary
Debating with her memory
Her just will flicked in sanity
Remembered by the call of poverty
Her servants scout for treasures
Invading homes and looting peoples measures
But her future fade in coldness
Battered with groans of bitterness

Tomorrow awaits him heaven
Even calling him as the chosen
But the maim he conceive
Torment the vision her perceive
Caused is upon his friends he unite
Attrition with the church he built to confine

With the breath of a new dawn
Clinching hearts like new born
Our faces raised to the platform of life
Transcending the gospel alive
Such is nigh before cry
Because justice is bitter and dry

We sick no just in it
We cannot tell the mystery beneath
But laugh when success
Smiles upon our door step

Now evening has come
Dark as the undertaker of random
Swaying shadow amidst concubines
Dragging furry and weariness to justify it wine
As dark taker of its hour
So its weakness imply

Before dawn pervade its place
Looming with the lost that couldn't be trace
Darkness has flea to the mountain
Planting its seeds to be something

This is the streets of todays history
Thus cause and blame wag our memory
Caged our efforts to be limited
Instead to be united

That sweet memory of genesis
Cannot be rephrase in our analysis
It cannot be refresh in our memory........
It cannot be refresh in our memory........