rollinboyo
Bluelighter
the wind of reason sweeps 'cross the earth
its cold breeze chilling spring's flowers
yet 'neath steel and ash mists linger still
one last veil to blind man's eyes
one last door remains unopened
one last key remains unturned
the last answers to the last questions
bound not by time nor law
that great illogic 'pon which logic rests
whence virtue, vice, the hope of death?
without this dim beacon, this flick'ring light
so quickly fading in our modern night
its cold breeze chilling spring's flowers
yet 'neath steel and ash mists linger still
one last veil to blind man's eyes
one last door remains unopened
one last key remains unturned
the last answers to the last questions
bound not by time nor law
that great illogic 'pon which logic rests
whence virtue, vice, the hope of death?
without this dim beacon, this flick'ring light
so quickly fading in our modern night
