Will You Love Me Now?

One great man was silent

Of his superiority.

He was openly flattered

And hated silently.



Another spoke of his will to aspire

To create beyond himself

And the self-inflicted impotent man

Felt spat at by all ambition.



The solitary pierced the skin of denial

And the blood would colour the sky.

A futile display to those whose heads

Are always turned towards the ground.



Staring

Into the mud

Into the heart of emptiness

Where they squirm

Desperately

Like wing-clipped flies.



And the whining parasite man

To whom pity and gloating are the same.

This spineless parody of man

Will devour even himself in secrecy.



In secrecy.



Will you love me now

-you, whose feeling of dignity

Is a matter of subtraction?

Will you love me

-now that I have revealed your un-nakedness?

Will you love me now

-you whose perception of justice

Equals your will to corrupt?

Will you love me

-when I cut trough all the layers of your vanity?

Will you love me now

-you, who cling to a heart so fragile

Even your gods must suffer for you?

Could you love truth?



Could you love truth

Even in secrecy?



And they gathered

In their halls of justice

Halls of mirrors

Halls of echoes.



And they gathered

In their houses of worship

Within the walls of the unspoken

Sheltere from the rain