Dome Plated Hope

Dome plated hope in the shiver of night perched upon the wounded tree limb of life Desperate its struggle amidst chaos and strife when its foothold falters and the spirit is smite Dome Plated hope in the shiver of night perched upon the wounded tree limb of life Countenance shaken in this perilous plight evil's consternation attempts to blind sight In the aftermath of terror the shock of a nation lifts its prayers to God in tears and frustration Ahgast for the "lost" this a multitude of souls the cruel and sensless murder of the flock within the fold Dome Plated Hope in the shiver of night in stillness does abide while the viper takes delight It believes the fortress falters the foundation torn to shreds that its perpetrated travesty implants the seed of dread that soon twill reap and harvest from its foul and fiendish plan a cornerstone in heaven while the infidel lay damned And this will be the downfall of evil's ghoulish plot for what it perceives as weakness in reality is not... Dome plated hope at the dawn's early light renewed with sense of purpose of what is wrong and what is right It arises from the wounded limb in  flight the silver dove with blessings from the highest This the entity of love Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 01:09 AM PST   0 • 12