I have seen the barren landscapes   Dotted with the charred columns of fallen empires   Leaving us to stew in the consequences of past empires turned to ruin   Even and always after the most torrential fires   Life begins anew!   Fists clenched   I’m going to heaven to talk to god and this time it’s personal   The walls echo with blood   The false prophet dictates – the false prophet dies!   Man’s soul is in mortal peril   The dangers unforeseen   Cloaked   Shadowed   Plummeting into the sea   Of all the words of mice and men   The saddest are “it might have been”   Bathe in the flames of a life that only myths have told   A vast land   Waiting to be explored – a land of caverns   Forests   And moors   Sitting on a hillside   Watching the sun set over the trees   Feel the possibilities – the life carried on the breeze!   Life!    But how to live?    This is my diathesis. .