Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2011 4:32:39 GMT -5
Ashes of Dissent: The Rise of The Roman Catholic Church
Time Immemorial
Michael Richardson
[poem]
Unto the flames which may stave plague
Cast ye merry dissidence
Into the places where they lay
The bodies of the dead
Unto humankind bring this saluted glory
Emblazoned into our very souls
As what we cannot touch
Is soothed by your gentle world
Caress the soul with thy tongue
As the ashes do embrace
The lungs and air of all who fall
To the ambivalence of the stake
Behind the very fire
Which may well have saved their souls
Rest the clergy men who bring down
Inquisition on young and old
Let thine soul rest upon the bosom
Of the merry, gracious Lord
Take unto the heavenly gates
My pure and blessed soul
Care for me and stave my want
Keeping trouble out
Unto our keep does not command
The heavy hammer of doubt
To they whose minds trouble still
To the existence of our lore
Can come at any given time
That fatal knock upon the door
To those who may have lost their way
The same fate you shan’t see
For a fate even worse than death
Is excommunication
Give to the heavens of thou that have smitten you
The soul released by the angelic flame
Unto the cold, hardened earth
Rain my final breaths
Down, down, down one goes
Into the evanescent Hell
Saved no more than by the wishes of
An evanescent knell
Time Immemorial
Michael Richardson
[poem]
Unto the flames which may stave plague
Cast ye merry dissidence
Into the places where they lay
The bodies of the dead
Unto humankind bring this saluted glory
Emblazoned into our very souls
As what we cannot touch
Is soothed by your gentle world
Caress the soul with thy tongue
As the ashes do embrace
The lungs and air of all who fall
To the ambivalence of the stake
Behind the very fire
Which may well have saved their souls
Rest the clergy men who bring down
Inquisition on young and old
Let thine soul rest upon the bosom
Of the merry, gracious Lord
Take unto the heavenly gates
My pure and blessed soul
Care for me and stave my want
Keeping trouble out
Unto our keep does not command
The heavy hammer of doubt
To they whose minds trouble still
To the existence of our lore
Can come at any given time
That fatal knock upon the door
To those who may have lost their way
The same fate you shan’t see
For a fate even worse than death
Is excommunication
Give to the heavens of thou that have smitten you
The soul released by the angelic flame
Unto the cold, hardened earth
Rain my final breaths
Down, down, down one goes
Into the evanescent Hell
Saved no more than by the wishes of
An evanescent knell