After the apocalypse of such affection
A lone rose is left; abandon at the abbey of martyrs
For those that believed in a foolish thing
That mimics the attributes of love are but saints
That symbolically died for their convictions, and now their lives must start a new
Yet this temple of lost souls
Is filled with those that holds a likeness to each other
And the rose left is a emblem of hope
For what lies last in pandora’s box
Can be seen among the iniquities of this world
This allows one that has faith
To revive with an elevated acute aspiration
As well as a sternness to their own inner self
I tread in these holy cathedral
Only to be known as a stranger to a miss conceived paradise
…Or so I would believe
Because I guess I too
Have become a self sacrificing witness to the promise of armageddon
Therefore, I wait in the mist of these divine catastrophes
On the side of those that are rash and reckless
For what is love but nothing else.
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
