When They Align

Reach out to catch

The Severed Head

Drifting lower into the Darkness

Held hostage over millennia

Bitten by the Shrunken Heads

Of other worldly Creatures

and held under Water

So not to Breathe Air

Then pulled up by its Hair

Dragged onto shore

Placed on a Pole of Ambitions

Carried by the Tribe who wander

Up to the Solemn Mountain Range

To be hoisted and presented to

The Foul Beast and the Peak

It drools with contempt

Belching great wisps of Terrible

Smelling odorous smoke

To deny this thing of its

Bold sacrifice

To rob it of what's rightfully

Possessed as a gift from Human

Taking away all that keeps

The peril from opening the gate

Sending troops to the pillage

The ones wearing white

The head will return to its body

Cast the demons from Earth

With a resurrection of Revenge

The Savior of The Blessed Father

To create Wisdom and Sanctity

For all Man-Kinds' Brethren

If by horrible chance

His mighty head shall roll once more

Then shall all his disciples move

To be by his side in Heaven

Taking their own lives so to be

Closer to the One the Love

Only to see Him one more time

Gaze onto His Golden Mare and Wool

Crack jokes about foolish tales

Back when they were Align

When things were easier

Never took eons to finish

Heaven is eternal and forever

Lasts a long time for people

When they are align

But after that when they actually

Exist in a world of no time

Experience the Foreverness

Then time does not have a feeling

Tasks are accomplished

In the relative passing moments

As it would be for any normal

Living soul on Earth

In death, the souls just move much

Much slower, to a snail's crawl

Pacing a way a tree might grow

How a rock may geologically transfigure

A flower blossoming tells a story of patience

But the act is quick enough for the bud

A maniac's babble can be useful

Sometimes

When it rhymes or sounds nice