Ceremony

The first and last time to float in the river,
In life never could he, for he was already saved
A dream, A mirage of past an essence that flees
The tears that create the river

The Warrior wears white, satin covers his continent
The shores seem distant, people of life
Flesh of body, but distant in mind
A blade that befell and struck valor, Valhalla called

And in this essence that is the prophet ‘s life,
But the sacrifice for few, will reiterate for billions
And even deaths bells cannot destroy the embellishment of idea
Nor propaganda ignore the knight going down river


We rise to fall, but the journey is misunderstood,
Because many fail to plausibly rise
We are falsifications of a false universe
But the night in white satin reality,
It takes symbols for the soul to heal

A boy and a father watch
The Warrior floats by, Father’s concern heartfelt
Envious in honor
The sacrifice forever known, the journey will never end
The boys eyes glow, the story told, the soul sent…