Universal Language

Loudest in the depths of void, when heard, the trumpets soar.

Making the strongest kneel to it's sound.

Not a region's common tongue, far from dialect, yet close to all.

Proverbs lost and forgotten, as most beautiful things are.

Heard only when spoken in silence.

Bringing it to life, breaking the sacred promise. 

Bootes void, brighter than this, us.

Desolate in a universe filled with lies, hearts that devise wicked schemes. 

Becoming inane, mundane, a slave to the pain.

It all has connotation, let’s laugh together, embrace the richness found only in descent.

The resurgance has become a game, on Sunday’s preaching His name. 

Slain in spirit and still, defeated by trite conviction.

Resonant piercing frequency left in our souls.

Lost time never to be found again, life’s courtesy.

Life, a dream for the dead. 

Death, a dream for the living.

The universal language.