Foreign Revelation

His mind sprawled out in the closet of his mind.
Bewildered by the things that happen overtime.
Though his shoulders bore a modest weight.
He placed unhealthy trust on the Wheel of Fate.

And yet the cascade of darkness came crashing down.
It threatened to stain the honest color of his renown.
Facing it all at once, the worst of it has yet to come.
The boy stood his ground for Revelation had just begun.

And the coming storm burned like white-hot embers of flame.
Purgatory was not kind about cleansing his once-honest name.
Yet how could he argue against the force unknown to humanity?
The very sight of its galactic visage bent his own morbid sanity.

Still the Archons tampered with the spirit of an honest man.
Torturing it with the various things it would dare not stand.
It was all completely something out of the ordinary.
Configured into being something increasingly scary.

But like all things, the pain had finally come to an end.
For his captors seemed to approach the final bend.
The boy's name was then scratched off a list.
And it was forever denied that aliens do exist.

To Divinity and Back Again

So easy is it to believe the worst of those in the unknown
But still they allowed me to go and do it all on my own.
Those who warned me were right and I was wrong.
They beheld in sadness as she led me right and along.

Life seemed as simple as waking to the morning sun.
Lukewarm times where everything was simple fun.
And yet fights were scattered like fingers playing the flute.
Sins committed being worse than Eve and the Forbidden Fruit.

The traps she set sprang at the cost of all that made me smile.
As I sought refuge from Little Moses at the bank of the Nile.
For to whom did I owe my true allegiance in these troubled times.
I wished to pledge myself to a Messiah who would forgive my crimes.

Everything in the past makes my eyes well up with tears.
To clip it short like rows of maize with a crude set of shears.
Quite frustrating that those who deserve it, cannot embrace the truth.
That to the very end of the conflict I waged war with all but nail and tooth.

I was aware that no mortal man of this world knew the perfect dance.
And so willing was I to give foolish queens all but never a second chance.
For since I never gave in, I was promised that my destiny would come year-round.
So on Wings of Fire, I would take to the skies where the Divine King was crowned.

Though I was happy in the sky as I left a divine trail of red,
I grew homesick and decided to live as a mortal man instead.
So I clipped the wings of fire from my back and buried them sometime in June.
And from the soil emerged a sign to all that my glorious return shall be soon.

Man From Mars

He came from the red planet known as Mars.
Draped in a patterned cloak of cosmic stars.
In a comet called down alongside the rain.
Forecast to be seen by the eyes of the insane.

No one wanted to hear of what brought him down.
And history rewrote itself on the neon grids of town.
It spoke of the government's dirty secrets of war.
How the swine tortured their prisoners behind the door.

Of ideas on how to bring unreal peace back to the city.
While preteens were saying vulgar words such as "shitty."
And he had seen them for what they were.
Insults ranging from the tease to the racial slur.

The man began to wonder if the end was soon.
So he posed an inquiry to a child on the world's doom.
And tears filled the eyes of the boy.
For in this world there was no longer joy.

The corruption of officials and ignorant liars.
Forced upon the land in the form of raging fires.
The man from Mars sought for the sad truth.
For his unrealistic vision of peace needed proof.

Dawn's twilight grew faintly for the impending day.
As swine patrolled the streets, fugitives ran away.
Their cruelty was sharp as the lashings they suffer.
It made the tolerance of the pig that much tougher.

Who would save them, people of the street?
A phone call monitored by radio was their only treat.
They quivered as they hailed the free men over the sea.
Chained up in a city where there was not a single tree.

And so the man from Mars devised a grand plan.
To solve the problem he must sacrifice a cosmic man.
So it would have to be he, who fell from the sky.
The people who loved him all but wondered why.

Back to whence he came so the plan set in motion.
Turned the streets to grass, the toxic into ocean.
The pigs squealed at the loss of their precious fountains.
And the free people rejoiced as buildings turned to mountains.

Invoked by the death of the man from Mars.
For today the free people see him along the stars.
Because perhaps he was or was not dead.
So long as his home planet was painted red.