SONRISE

Battered, broken soul
Diseased by folly's hold.
Can no longer cry the tears
Hardened by the many fears
Of life, of love.

So lame inside, hater laughs
Joyed at the plan he crafts
To destroy another life.
He is author of pain and strife...
Of sin, of death.

Battered, broken man
Hate pierced his feet and hands
To destroy love's essence,
To annul our one chance
At life, at love.

Third day, hater cries
In anger-yet he defies
His dark kingdom's end
His monopoly on the souls of men.

Hallelujah.