The celestial heavens bear down
upon the one with the word "Bad" on his back
a word that is imbedded past the cloth that it's on
a word that bears the reputation of many bloodied hands
of slaughter
of death
of lasting peril
Is there redemption?
Bare knuckles
the Zanbato of the depths
lonely and afraid
wearing a mask to hide
wearing a mask to flee
from the ill fated word on his back
Of all the blood he has spilt, the bones he has shattered
he doesn't look up
of all the horror he faces
he can't feel the loving wings around him
he screams away the voices of God
his guiltied soul unwilling
unable
unyielding to the humble calls of the angels
Yet in his soul
in his heart of hearts
in the depths of the body
that wishes to flee
he seeks Him
he aches for Him
Lord, will he ever see?
^_^ BANANA!!
