The hour

[akhtar]

Salutes to another sun
Wanting to run
Shatan has cursed with evil whispers
This lure is savage
Exciting me with lusts diction
Stitching slowly

Trying to hide from desire
To lose this peeping eye
To be without this accomplice
To caulk these planks of my soul

Every night I weep in sleep
There is a fear driven
Visitors come speaking of the hour
That from the light of a tower
You will see humanity
Stretched forth abundantly
There will blow a horn
And we will be torn from this world

Strangers on the crossroad
Our eyes gape in oneness
The drama, this theatre
We are characters on this universal podium
Our march to this end
Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, men and women
The drums chant, calling you out from the darkness