Reckless Divinity

After the apocalypse of such affection 

A lone rose is left; abandon at the abbey of martyrs 

For those that believed in a foolish thing

That mimics the attributes of love are but saints

That symbolically died for their convictions, and now their lives must start a new

Yet this temple of lost souls 

Is filled with those that holds a likeness to each other

And the rose left is a emblem of hope 

For what lies last in pandora’s box

Can be seen among the iniquities of this world

This allows one that has faith 

To revive with an elevated acute aspiration 

As well as a sternness to their own inner self

I tread in these holy cathedral 

Only to be known as a stranger to a miss conceived paradise

…Or so I would believe

Because I guess I too 

Have become a self sacrificing witness to the promise of armageddon 

Therefore, I wait in the mist of these divine catastrophes 

On the side of those that are rash and reckless

For what is love but nothing else.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~