RESCUE TIME

And who at all is left to blame,
For this history of flame?
Seeing death rain down from heaven
Calls the innocent by name

Bodies counted, questions why
Saying, “God must be a lie!”
Yet, the voice of fate states clearly,
“It was man who scorched the sky!”

For vision clearly proves us blind
Mourning youth we’ve left behind
All for power and for glory
In these kingdoms of the mind

Sacred realms of love sublime
Where poets suffer fools for rhymes
Crying to those fallen angels,
“Save us now, please rescue time!”

For time defines what hate infers
Confusion reigns for souls unsure
As men debate while death conflates
The distance from disease to cure

And what of demons, feigning blessings?
Polluting words that we’re confessing
Sacrificing sound for silence
Answering with second-guessing

Would we know as we are known?
Show the world as we are shown…
Love what we despise the most
And walk this wicked world alone

Will sinners document their crimes?
Turning phrases on a dime…
Speaking worlds into existence
Claiming they could rescue time

And what of saints and paths to hell?
Paved with words we weave as spells
Saving grace while losing souls
Listening for those tolling bells

Calling all the prophets liars
Worshipping what pain inspires
The march of time forever bleeds
On altars full of vain desires

As drum beats pulse the call for war
The children fill the killing floors
Your journey will be over soon
Please leave and watch the closing doors

Your destination ends these lines
Repeating what your death defines
No turning back, no second chance
No way to ever rescue time

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TM DiSarro