The Ballad Of Sin

The Ballad of Sins

Desert highlands pave the road
so true and righteous over to you.
Blessings fall around your gentle feet,
Brining warmth and life to creatures now set free.
Behold Compassion in its truest form.

You are the teacher travelling,
Spreading the word of truth and love around,
A prophet here to end all suffering,
None may lie upon your eyes,
Future truth will never cease to find.

Over these sands your sandals tread
and you share your feast of stone.
All grow jolly at your message of peace,
Politically ending all politicians.
Herald love in its fullest bloom.

The desert flower blooms alone,
Knowing that all life lies in believing
In the love that was once cast in stone.
Knowing that all things should be left at home.
Leaving ambition in the gentle home.


So time moves on and we soon find,
The proof that all lies were never true.
The empty chair calls to you who calls
Out to our once fallen mighty Gods.
Immortalising beauty in its finest vase.

Such things were once never grown
Seeds of peace and of banning war.
Left to be sown by our younger sons
As only they can reveal the light.
Worshipping words in the highest rule.

These rhyming words are meant to sing,
Out to your heart where all things cry
Out to the world where darkness looms
This new found compassion now sets to finalise.
Ending dangerous bloody family fools.

Behold the blooming water vines,
They do not steal, they do not hide.
Beneath the doors of natures bed
Humanity tries to hang its head.
Entering shameful lives to lead.

The time of prophets was an time to believe,
That all of humanity can be saved.
This ballad of words now set in sand
Lies within our hearts and is left to stand.
Guiding hearts to peace and joy.

The womb of love is a gentle thing,
Teaching humans the way to see
The way that time has its own agenda
And holds no favour for any seed.
Leaving gentle moments green.

No man needs to cut his ties
To all life which lies so free
Beneath the curtains of wounded sands,
We remain to hold out helping hands.
Simple changing complexity.

What we propose is a an end to the quest
Of holding no love for our fellow man
The emotional fear must surely end,
So that this broken moon may rise again.
Restless eyes are blinded soon.

I am the prophet of your sins.
Bringing sheets to wipe the tears,
And stains of your whole greedy ways.
Offering answers to your endless sleep.

In the end I ask you to close your mind.
Adopt a simple parasite,
Which imbues love in every seam,
An endless reaping of the seeds of peace.
Showing humanity it can love again.