STIGMATA

Exploding in a rage of chaos,
through the land of make believe;
I gaze upon the broken cross,
with torrent anger I can't conceive.
smothered in a blanket of lies;
suffocating from their hate.
wounded wrists held to the skies;
mind and body separate.
whithered soul prepares ascension,
past the clouds of agony.
questing through foreign dimension,
and to a realm of tragedy.
shrouded in a veil of nothingness,
the world I know fades away.
ancient prophecies are meaningless,
in this odyssey of dismay.
in desolate lands of isolation,
where mind and spirit belong,
cast out of the consecration;
all hope for redemption gone.
I feel the burn of hate again,
at sight of fallow cross;
and watch the paradise of men,
explode in rage of chaos.