Tombs Elevated to Eden

Mortal anguish agonizing these arteries,
a sight beholden to the God up above
who avenges the blood spilled from hearts of the martyries
with a languishing cry and merciful love;
a vanishing act of the flesh from this world
‘til the eyes of humanity squaller to see
a form or a fragment of the fallen infarction
that visits them nightly in tormented sleep:

A sound that ripples thru rivers of remnants,
memories mauled by malicious intent;
a song and a sword swung with deep reverence
‘til sleepers start asking what all these dreams meant.

Envisioned in tombs elevated to Eden,
yet first thru the hallways of Hell he had gone
where the rageful wore ragged robes robbed from the beaten
in darkness of night until dusk turned to dawn;
a light, so blinding in beautiful brilliance,
that broke the bindings and shackles from feet —
which wandered so wearily down wrongful ways —
now wanted them dancing where once they would weep:

A sound of great whitewaters rushing in sync
to the rhythms of waves that High Heaven brings;
a chain of rejoicing with no broken link
from the feet that dance to the voices that sing:
“A praise! A praise! for all of the pain
that turns into joy again and again!”