Black is the Day Realm Beyond Reason,

Black is the day realm beyond reason,
As in and out of the season we remain steady at the helm.
Always on the verge of pushing over the edge our minds.
Upon the flip side are we to find no place to hide our faith
Before they come gunning missionaries, preaching for fun.
Hoisting grim statuettes of sacrifice upon the host.
As the ghost of a mushroom floods the world in tears.
As we reside within fear, helpless, deranged.
Black for the silence of the form devoid of life.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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