War we cried
As if it were not of mankind’s own making.
The soul of man,
The synagogue of that most violent of battles;
Between good and evil.
Centuries of bloodshed in between those rivals.
Shall I pray that as the blood falls to Earth
It will end that war?
No messiah yet has managed it.
It rages on
The very sound of it
Blasphemy against the sanctuary of the human heart.
Neither side recognizing a trace of itself in the other.
Neither side lifting a white flag against the silence of the sky.
Only love can bring the silence of union
To this riot of parting between God’s children.
And Love, the only antidote
Beyond the fail mortality
It calls these two brothers back together as one.
Christ- the choice
Lucifer- the lack of choice…
They called him the bearer of the light,
For without him
There could be no Christ.
We could not know the freedom of will;
Nor taste its sweetness
In the volition of our autonomy.
Each side calls for each other’s death.
But there will be no elegy.
There will be no elegy because one cannot die without the other.
One cannot live without the other.
Only love can quiet
Both the fervor of the devil’s tongue
And the fervor of the angel’s wing.
And love, the only antidote
Only love will end this war.