Shiva

I walk down from heavens
To take stock of hell
I walk down to give hope
To souls who in purgatory do dwell
I am not their savior
They are their own
I will not save them
From what they do not know
At length a time will pass
When the waters of the ancient lore
Will reflect to them like glass
The truth about their naked gore
And those who perish
Here tonight will die in true hope
Yet they will pass on a story
Too tragic to cope
Will he wake up
And see his sins
Or will he lay bare
His tears among his kins
Those who can’t find
Their love shouldn’t cry
They aren’t gone forever
They didn’t die
They merely walk
With me here
They stride across the mountains
On the shores of the river
I didn’t take what’s yours
What I did to you
You do unto yourself!