A sadness covers my body and cloaks itself from my soul.

For my soul is forever happy yet my body wants to hang from a pole.

Life on this thrid dimensional plane semi awake self medicated from emotional pain.

Gun barreled patina steel eyes pircing through the glass cold to feel overwhelmed by lies.

What is our purpose of this blind walk? What are we to learn or is this just torture before we burn.

Ascension to the mercy seat is what we seek yet concealing to us by a cloak of sadness and defeat.

Going deep within we move past sin. Looking through the eye of east we smell the aroma of a grand feast.

Entering our hearts washes us clean leaving behind this thrid dimensional screen.

As we past through the sacred heart we are greeted by cherubim pointing the way to a flaming sword which illuminates a golden path to the ark.

It is here at this very moment has our soul finally reached its spark.




© George Jodan