thumping so sweet
at morning you greet
memories distorted and now incomplete

today we serve in heaven
last night, ruled we in hell
got there about seven
and stayed until the bell

line too blurred to clearly see
once we've crossed it, sick we'll be

cold, glass chalice, prophets you make
each of them genuinely fake

regret the cost, but not time spent
for it birthed moments perfectly bent

and that word was thought before the night
to be spoken when within red light

lessons traded, stories told
no different these from young to old

though it sobers to watch Earth sink
true men of God are in the drink

ignorance is bliss
and we're oblivious to this