A poetic tale about the impending demise of a city. |
I got caught up into social degradation And now I’m trying to be renewed Got trapped within a mob of fear and hatred A society that’s all subdued Those who twist and writhe in self-affliction Blaming the world for what they lose I got caught up in the lies of patrons But now I see them all as fools You can march and drum and beat your phantoms You can wage a war against the weak You can build an army, never question Why your paradise seems so bleak Heed the words of your professing prophets Believing everything they speak You can dig a hole to make your coffin Then crawl within and fall asleep Open my mouth to curse your systems Institutions and religious deeds Cast your hope within the source of violence And then wonder why your nation bleeds As I’m walking through these desert lesions The ground is cracked and void of seeds I see eternities of ash and bloodshed In attempt to fill your lust and greed Still you’re calling all to call you master Still you rule in vengeance, caught in rage Still you’re trying to avenge disaster As religion keeps you in this cage You can’t quite distinguish fact from fiction You can’t seem to step off from the stage You can’t quite reflect the life you’re longing Refusing now, to turn the page Now you’re stuck within an endless rhythm Of a static nature long decayed In a world that leaves all life disheveled From a Word that leaves you all afraid It was Love that came and conquered nations Not through a war or bodies slain Yet it came in form and shape and kindness A compassion sacrificed to claim Now you strive in terror, torn asunder As you watch the end, not faraway Feel the grasp of your control is slipping While your paranoia shifts and weighs You are trying to contain a measure If, but anything, yet to convey You can’t bare the fact of being master Then to have it all just stripped away You made a graveyard, what was meant for beauty Fashioned chains and tragedy Built a prison for the life of freedom And let it waste within your vanity And all the while you had watched them suffer With no concern nor empathy Now all your sins, like sands, too much to number Have you fearful you’ve no amnesty Now the tide is rising, washing over All your sandcastles within its course While you try to reign and raise an army A pathetic act to show of force There’s a nature, you can’t stand against it For you know that it shows no remorse And the landslide, soon to greet your envy With the aftermath of calming shore © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |