The Hope in Dust

I Will
Fly the scene
Living in rough confinement
Washed hands clean

Sail to the highst precipice
I'm basking in delight
It's a cause to an explosion
A nuclear threaded flight

Earnest smiles framed
The pretty eyes of muse
To her my last emission
To him I'll give my rouse

Guided by hidden desire
Ever climbing ever doomed
The search for no cognition
I'd die for one more womb

Open the door, step inside
As blood consumes my eye
I'm bathing in your juices, mother
Ripped the plastic off the lie

When you die you are no more
No longer burdened by the walls
You only existed in the mind
If you ever did at all

There is no worth in anything here
There is no permanence in these sums
For recycled dust is nothing
To the ones whom through it come

Teenagers are not real
Never happened never were
For what is a state of age
To be nibbled on by birds

The individual was a name
That didn't fit the mold
Their energy begins to bloom
As their body parts get old

The only state of age
Worth viewing with thine eye
Is the beauty of each child
Who are free from cackling lies

May their beauty grow with age
May they free us and inspire
But to often they're corrupted
By the evils of this fire

There is one and only hope
For you to have and hold
That Jesus Christ is real
And through his name you may be gold

So were you marked by history?
Or is your story of the forgotten?
The seed stemmed from the apple
Looked good but it was rotten