Down, down the long road a scream travels over the place
Of dissension, until it reaches resolve and a time of bleaching.
And the whiteness of that bleaching is only temporary
Because the sin of unknowing has spoken again into the void.
Why is it always this way? Why does bleaching disappear and
Not show its face again? Is it because the darkness of sin is
Unbleachable, unreachable and so strong in its taint that the bleach
Is rendered ineffective. However strong and pungent, it cannot
And, will never work on the blackness of soul searing sin.
The wind is forever trying to blow the black into oblivion
But the wind no longer holds its power in reserve, to chase
The toll of sin from the universe, and the damp mould and fungus
Which permeates into the very bones of existence, smells putrid
And can no longer be tolerated or covered up by perfumed oils.
Where can we go to escape? Is there a remedy? Is there relief
Or are we destined always to strive without ceasing, and never,
Never achieve peace? Down, down into unfathomable depths
Of piercing screams where we began on the long road to Life.
How many years ago was that? Too long to remember all
And still not long enough to satisfy the needs within the soul.
Go far into the night which is the memory of long ago sins
And cringe in sorrow at the knowledge which now awaits you
No person is innocent, not even one, all are marred by the blemish
Which none can escape. Search for the answer, it will come:
And when it comes relief and joy will flood your soul, and
Judgement will be suspended on that day when the answer,
In a person of purity, goodness and love declares itself.
And so all is not lost redemption can come and hope transcend guilt.
