Secluded, I sit motionless on the grasy knoll A calm wind warms me, The Sun guides me. Silently my eyes do close and through them I see the stream. In the Waters I see the temple aglow Red now flows the water as the skies burn an orchid hue. Crumbled are the Ancient ruins of Purity There once white color is charred black Above them burn stars in forms of black I cower at these visions Haunted by these images I see my truest love her body lays quiescent Her raped and battered corpse lays on pools of her innocence and warmth Her tears blind me while I kneel to embrace the deceased; I look away I gaze into the stream once again and see my eyes cold and crazed they stare back For what is to come you will never know. I have seen the violence destroy the vanity inside. I have seen the black blind the sighted, and pa**ion deafen the ones who can hear. Before me lay the three dead prophets, dead by there own hands. For this I laugh