Published: December 23, 2005
Drink steadily and swiftly the wine of a bonding,
Which flows so eagerly from the fountain of ill will,
What true purpose for this day?
What will tomorrow bring?
What was once for love is now for drunken lust,
Its just another pain,
Its not out of love, but a lonely; lustful soul,
The food is exquisite and we can masquerade,
For just a day we celebrate with the warped ceremony,
What was once for love, is now for hate,
Why do we love to torture our own kin?
I look not at myself, but into the souls of the wedded,
Those that would say "I do" one moment,
Then tomorrow stand at the podium of separation,
That which lies within the court, in the hands of an earthly judge.
What was once for love is now for status,
But more status lies with the divorced and unclean,
Then with those who stay together and pure.
And as I look at the blank faces of the uselessly warped,
I realize my message is as useless as the wedding was.