CRUCIFY THE ROSES-II

The black wood torched as a dying old man’s face
The strewn embers still sizzle, tears roll down,
I can’t bear any longer, I think…
How, in a heap of blistering grey ash that door still stands?
The scorched roses still calling me to take a step in the simmering ashes
To teach me the futility of this war, these clashes

Isn’t that His barb crown, dead center of the foyer?
Why should they get away with hurting Him, wanting to defeat Him?
I can’t bear any longer, I wonder…
They forced me to kill…shaking hands was too difficult for them
Their minds destroyed the peace, the tranquility
They just crucified the roses

The torched wreath still feels welcoming to me
I take a step toward & the ashes cover me, rose from underneath my feet
I can’t bear any longer, I see…
Suddenly, a wall of embers faces me, forces me to retreat
That is what this war has taught me, battling them is futile
I would only scar…myself I will despise

The utopia is scorching, blazing in front of me
It is ironic, what I see now, must be happening to my city
I can’t bear any longer, I believe…
They bring roses for their wives, into their merry lives
For reasons, beyond my rational understanding
They have taken the soul away, my rose away, have crucified my roses…