CALVARY

We have seen our world for the twelfth time

And though we have changed it has not

We have searched all these aeons for Judas

For the kiss that we never have got

The last page of the life of a prophet

Is reserved for Iscariot to kiss

And it carries the pain and the sorrow

But also the glory and bliss

We have seen our rebellions in tea cups

And the future of the world in the leaves

And the cross that inhabits our visions

And the daggers concealed in the sleeves

We have sailed on the ocean of madness

We have docked upon sanity's shore

We have wallowed in the blood of our sadness

We have knocked upon vanity's door

We have walked on the hair to the heavens

We have swum in the pool of desire

We have danced to the thunder that deafens

We have penned our soul into fire

Yet, we never did find what we wanted

But the world, then, made up for the loss

Being convinced every prophet is haunted

Unbetrayed, we were stretched on the cross

And they wept as we hung in our silence

And the clouds brushed the top of the hill

It was done with no malice, no violence

Just a stone-hearted effort of will

And then we said "Father! Forgive them

For they know very well what they do

And can't help it for all that they know it

And despite that their love has been true."

Ignorance deserves not forgiveness

But it behoves us not to seek revenge

For events dictated by circumstance

That the mind cannot dare to challenge

And they stood on the hill till the silver

Had merged into black, and then gold

And then sealed in their bosoms forever

A bible that never shall be told