Dying World

Lifted hands,

Broken lives,

Few could understand,

So much seen through tired eyes.

 

Dying world casted aside,

For silver and gold,

Man’s only wish to die,

Replacing their aging souls.

 

House of death, shelter of fear �"

Underneath a begging symbol and lust,

Power, greed, the tools to corrupt,

Night’s final breath, gone with mother’s tears,

Empowerment to which we had trust,

Weapons of sticks and stones, erupt �"

A man of God, dressed in black,

Mouth dried and begging for the waters of life,

A thirst for his holiest truths,

Human’s divine hate, the seeds of death,

Plant into our minds, programmed for eternal strife,

A demand of faith upon a cross,

Collected objects from our thoughts,

Fear to which we’ve pushed once more,

A brave new world to which we call home,

Another war for freedom to be fought,

Seven Seals hide us from Heaven’s Door,

Two men locked in combat and hate,

Blinded by atomic fire and a ruin of rain,

Crushed by their own beliefs,

Ten Thousand sealed their fate,

The world beckons for justice amongst the insane,

House of death, shelter of fear �"

Another flame breaks its fall,

From this dying world.