Gabriels Horn

The end of days approaching
Heavy footsteps in the hall
The seals have all been broken
Shattered by the trumpets call
Stolen from an angels hand
By mortals breath was blown
And now the legions marching
For the future has been shown

I knew the consequences
Revelations been foretold
Yet an euthanasia outcome
Damages less than growing old
And growing yet more senile
As our race does every year
Losing our connection
And forgetting why we’re here

As the horns note slowly fades
And i ponder upon my action
A falling feeling, vision blurs
As if my mind lost traction
A voice is speaking from afar
Yet it’s in my own heart beat
I feel it deep inside my gut
And where the earth joins feet

“Be ware, my child, that note you blew
Yet from Gabriels instrument true
Was not as you assumed, the trumpets first
The truth is that the virgin call
Has been released and heard by all
Its timing at the point of mankind’s birth
Born into a war you were
Armed with fangs and clothed in fur
From inception scales have weighed your hearts desire
Shed the fur and find your speech
Whether to mislead or simply teach
Make what you will, the flesh forged in the fire
Upon this earth, of all the things
That being part of creation brings
Free will was surely by far the greatest gift
Free to dwell within the dark
Free to find that divine spark
Life is yours to use to lower or to lift
Forget the myth of virgin birth
No inbuilt sin damning your worth
It stems from actions taken in your days
Old Siddhartha spoke correct
That karma gives and it collects
A web uncountable in all its ways
I understand why you were tempted
But the battle you pre-empted
Has been raging on inside your hearts for years
The choice to stand for love above
To chain the hawk and free the dove
Or let your actions be controlled through fear
Taking all fist over fist
The joy of giving has been missed
Blinded by your hunger and your greed
No more taking just to survive
The wires tripped, the ammo’s live
In the war between your wants and what you need
Angels and demons walk this land
Seductive words and guiding hands
Salesmen of the soul and all its wares
Will you walk the righteous path
Or be consumed in hatreds wrath
When faced with Jacobs ladder climb with care
Fingers outstretched pointing blame
For deeds committed in your name
Are you so blind you miss your reflection in the sky ?
Accusing fingers jab at clouds
The same ones on triggers packing shrouds
The towels bloodstained although your hands are dry
It was man who brought about the fall
And expulsion from sweet Eden’s walls
For choices that you made that were your own
If you are one easily led
Remember from lifes garden bed
You must eat the crops from every seed you’ve sown
And know that heaven and hell we lack
Decisions worn like shirts on backs
You carry both within you and their keys
The road is yours, the signposts clear
Decide those things that you hold dear
For you are your cell, and letter of release”

I realised that the voice was still
That i sat alone upon my hill
And i sat and thought of all the things i’d heard
Its up to us to pick our teams
To help and give, or hoard and scheme
Is a love of self, or love of others thats preferred ?
No battle at the end of days
A war thats fought in may ways
A metaphysical battle ground within the soul
The emphasis placed on our heads
No lust for lands reached once we’re dead
The outcomes in our hands so choose a role