Magna est veritas et prevaelibit

No longer real. Lost the moments to the maze
What could have lasted centuries, thrown away
Broken by the heartless and the bitter lacking trust
Defiled by hatred never halted stated and unjust

Trust could have moved mountains
Strengthened severed bonds
it could have seen the world bettered
Now it's left to cons

Killing off the brightness
Remaining is decay
The night still holds its magic
But the devil takes the day

I'll sit alone and marvel at the wonders not to be
The things I could have seen and been were I only set free
I know there's some imagining their input is allowed
They stand by their opinions so righteous and so proud

So soon shall this be something
For now it's left to nothing
Beginning, ending all are time
For fact is always, truth will ring

Before Forever

We are as beautiful as we wish ourselves to be

We are never what others see

We are the images we create of the world into which we’re hurled

The pages of this life unfurled

We are creation and destruction through choice

We are one voice

Screaming so silently to a universe unwilling

The sound it hears, the cries of killing

We find our lives in pursuit of death without care

Pleasure and amusement with passions laid bare

God’s hand cannot be found in all our ways

As he watches down from far above, counting days

Into this sweet dissidence with each other

Expecting something of reaction as a brother

Within our minds we see ourselves as gods

As slow we see each passerby and nod

Cannot our hearts awaken more to love

Untold defiance from a silent dove

Where bitterness and hatred find a source

Such tempting possibilities in course

Clear to see the days as they unravel

The miles wear the roads on which we travel

So soon we must be found in each endeavor

As we must find our way before forever