Somnambulistic seagulls soar
on currents of darkness flowing
above my eyes in midnight skies
where seeds of dreams keep growing

Memories of God pass by
beyond the reach of prayer
while demons growl and poets howl
of wars they cannot share

I walk alone upon a shore
washed dead by blood-red waves
as things with hands beneath the sands
reach blindly from their graves

My ears have heard their silent screams
my heart has felt their hate
for those above who murder love
and chain them to their fate

I curse those fiends who pass me by
and louder those who stay
who bid me bleed to sate their greed
and laugh as I obey

Salvation's just another word
and all who've preached it lied
believing in immortal sin
while man is crucified

C. Lon R. Bruso