A reflection by MEK and the drawing, too.
Too Late
I've learn to hold the darkness within...the balance of truth, armored against, my own animalistic whim, something man has labeled as sin...polar opposites, good is reverse. Live or evil, which is the curse, the game's played out...through the whole universe, day after day, till we ride, in that long black hearse...Thankful for being a simple man, Glad I don't have to judge this cosmic plan...Only wish I could understand...how my struggle fits into GOD'S plan, I, like the guardian at the gate, hoping my effort isn't to late...
Too Late
I've learn to hold the darkness within...the balance of truth, armored against, my own animalistic whim, something man has labeled as sin...polar opposites, good is reverse. Live or evil, which is the curse, the game's played out...through the whole universe, day after day, till we ride, in that long black hearse...Thankful for being a simple man, Glad I don't have to judge this cosmic plan...Only wish I could understand...how my struggle fits into GOD'S plan, I, like the guardian at the gate, hoping my effort isn't to late...
