Soulcrush

Draped between white-light morality and field of 
intellectual freedom
Torn between the deceitful safety of the past and 
simplistic chaos of future
On his knees praying to an illusion he never believed, his 
confusion self-evident
His fragile mortal soul not able to carry the weight of the
 truth

He samples the freedom beyond the cross
Neither dark nor light
Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos

Mesmerized by the jewel beset ceiling
The night sky holds all answers

A quickening of his conceptions yields key to the door of 
unbounded possibilities
The deafening sound of universal secrets, expose the 
frailties of his past

He samples the freedom beyond the cross
Neither dark nor light
Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos

No longer able to hide behind the cross, he finally finds 
himself
A truth not meant for all, the strong prevail to new 
heights of perception
The evidence of the enlightenment not visible to the feeble
 flock
Stepping from their presence, leaving only a veil of 
confusion