The last commiserations given, Last congratulations received
The man stirred to sleep, whilst seeking light he was deceived
Congregational promises shattered, the wind destroys the willows
Rain pelts the windows, lonely figures readjusting cold pillows
Arouse old man, the impending glory waits, to greet thy feet
Within the cocooned sanctuary of sacred groves, a juvenile is beat
The mages glimpse the imminent, one day we all shall leave
Modern Civilization open your eyes, more than death life is to grieve
Political theories applied, three witches stir the cauldron alight
Labourers, liberals and conservatives lay down the arena and fight
Blasphemous worms tarnish the man; abundant sparks light aflame
Chinese whispers commence, the first or last who is to blame
Forests are scorched; Mother Nature pained, she shouts and screams
Bubonic bodies plagued with evil, corroded by patchworks of dreams
The scorned world sombrely watches, as a man states his ambition
“I have a dream, that one day”…the sermon which began his mission
Tainted hordes of men rejected the truth of this virtuous man
The metal violated the flesh, single messenger massacred by the clan
The irony is immense; the dark waits for the messiah to bring them light
Crown of thorns as a gift, as man crucifies the answer to pain and plight
The last dedication is given, eat my flesh and drink my blood
The inscrutable men watch, as truth is buried in marshes and mud