Dimebag
The tears
always come when the good are gone
Sadness
and deep sobs for what evil has done
See what
drives the hate and humanity’s destructiveness
Weakness
is violent attack the irrational track
The
stature of the great is innocence and giving
The
disgrace of the small is envy and hateful conniving
Delusion
is the domain of the assassin
Driving
his hand to destroy love’s passion
But once
beauty is created it lasts forever beyond the ether
True
greatness is generous, welcoming and, has no tether
Seeks to
give its best in innocence without insecurity
Vulnerability
its inevitable sublimity, open to all humanity
Evil will
not have its way for Dimebag has been raised above the fray
Now
forever enshrined as metal’s guitar sign
Never
forgotten and remembered as each December 8 aligns
Pantera
and Damageplan detonate loud in between, by design
No comments:
Post a Comment