1. THE MARTYR'S REGRET

The skulls about my neck are great indeed,
A thousand lives, a thousand ways to bleed.
A life to kill, my eyes just turn away,
Their souls are mine, their lives just fade away.

Oblivion now, as I stand on the edge of the dark.
"Where is your god ?" Shout the voices out of the black.
A voice so loud, a purpose so proud, now He’s gone.
And I wonder if, He was ever there all along…

The skulls about my neck begin to grin,
Many more souls are here to claim their kin.
And all the time they feast upon my pain,
My still-beating heart will rue the day…

I shall rue the day,
I ever knelt to pray !

Rising from the fire there comes a
Demon on a black dragon.
Seven evil heads now stare…
Razor shards, their teeth laid bare !

The Demon's outstretched claw is mine to take,
A point of light from it now emanates.
A gift of life, a gift of ecstasy,
But with a sneer, it's crushed and torn from me !

A blinded man with eyes that will not see,
A blinkered view of non-conformity.
A feeble mind that hides behind the words,
That others twist, as tools… to coerce


2. FOUCAULT'S PENDULUM

Slowly it sways about the point,
Lonely it sings around the point,
Static within the centrifuge,
Tracing yet never does it move

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The world, it spins beneath my feet,
I believe, though never can I see it,
Trusting un-seen gods of science,
The Point, my only frame of reference
Now I stare towards the floor,
Standing close I stare in awe,
The Point is growing in my mind,
Devouring thoughts, transcending time.

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My mind is lost infinitely,
The Point has cost me dearly,
Consuming though it never shows,
A point itself can never grow.

And now we are one and the same,
The Point has grown and it has changed,
The world now spins about us both,
But time no longer offers hope.