Muted shallowness uncovered in bands of wedding marches,
Faded lines surround many wrists of gaudy gold,
Resisting the reckless craving yet restlessness reigns.
Needles bleeding unanswered questions during ceremonies,
Bodies bursting tears too harsh to hold,
Vacant bandages violate the couples’ venting veins.
His house hastens with hate to hush her,
Someone is echoing his name down the ruthless road,
Guilty guests guess and leave the church in boastful pain.
I saw what I know you see prodigal and tainted,
Wicked wretched entity in altar’s mold,
One percent to take to claim all of our names.
Your eyes view not the blazing Fire in the house,
So bright we cannot call it Light that Scours or Scolds,
Seeking all for eternal rest is its only trustworthy aim.
Yes, they dine and drink chemical lies to pieces,
Restricting their lives running young to old,
Cherry blossoms they pollinate with vinegar and flame.
You patronize us: “Life is illusion to be extinguished!
Extinction offers greater girth and goals!”
My Fire sings: “Reconnect with life to forever remain.”
Now you devour and destroy some married to this reality,
One hundred percent material promised if to you we are sold,
The Fire enters and rescues the spirits you have slain.
And the couple lost at wedding steps look again,
Needles sew together their once bitten souls,
We hurt, heal, and help from the heart-Fire explodes and tames.