Down In The Valley

If I close my eyes, and in the afterlife as I never existed    
The bark that stands in the forest, as the universal to my roots softly have christened  
With soft branches to hold the fruit of my divine    
Shelter the sun, bare in the nakedness of winter to rebirth my generational leaves, time after time    
Would my virgin timber cry to the hollowness of the wind    
Where ropes choked my branches as feet dangled in demise as souls quietly ascend    

Bowing my creation to thirst of knowledge from the tree of life    
Sapping the bitterness from wicked tongues    
The race in life is never won    
In the cathedral of death, the Book of Revelations mar the world with the convincing beast    
Devoid of universal light, a spiritual warfare declared upon the Heavens by Hell    
In the last days only the hunger for peace shall feast    
   
The valley of dry bones resides in the abyss of strife    
No matter the chances you take or choices you make    
Peace is the substance we all seek in this realm we call life    
Society makes no spiritual crowns to place upon anyone’s head    
In the shadow of death, the spirit and soul wrestle in the thistles of its own bed    
We cry to live, and we wallow in pain when we die    
Hopefully, there is another life, beyond the veil of the sky    
   
Minds are always clenched on the rim to covet the sips of another's cup    
Not knowing the passage of their journey, is their homage embedded in the ideology of being mentally down or gracility in honor when up    
We are beautifully born, the DNA of our being is for us to adorn    
Not taste the shame, guilt, discontent or digest the trespasses of anyone’ s else hidden scorn    
Manmade technology has warped the youth, no emotions, no feelings, children of the corn    
Be slow in the alluring of anger, receptive in praise, plausible in the hindrance of malevolent thoughts, to see the next day    
Keep your vows to be true to self, and make sure you humbly pray