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The Divine

Our souls at the altar—
A sacrifice. A sacrifice.
Offerings to our star—
Paying here a devil’s price.

Heaven must be filled now
With a past built of a dream;
The angels all have spilled now
Down, wingless, in the gleam
Of horizons without a morn—
Lit by shadows of the unborn.

We can lie and pretend
As the palls descend
Our liberty is not forgotten
With the sighs of the downtrodden—
Knowing the flame their fathers could ignite
Offers no more the strength of light.

Our love to the soft air—
Without a home. Without a home.
Tell me you will wait there—
Where our star shines alone.

We may offer our trust
Out of fear. Out of fear.
To the divine. To the divine.
But when we have become dust
Then—ah then my dear
They shall break our star’s shine.
Written by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
Published | Edited 10th Mar 2016
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