Chapter 2.

we were the beloved of god, with sound morals and reasoning, the power to awaken the spirits on high to command and conquer. chosen?

Chapter 2:

 

to be free, chosen

destined to be rulers, kings in fact

and given the spartan fury, animalistic

the cleaving mallet,

with a healers touch

the sorcerers fury

 

a asylum of puritan force.

 

little annie,

falling asleep

music, soothing her ears

teddy bear beside her

there's nothing to fear

as you close your eyes

i'll whisper sweet lullabies

of Hades and Gehenna

to terrorize your dreams,

and influence your sub-conscious

for they threaten your existence.

 

I grabbed the child from the flaming embers and pierced the heart of the demon with the sword of truth.

 

i digress,

 

We found an inspiration,

inspiration inspired,

an assault on tradition

to a generation exiled.

 

raped of pride and individuality

in a coma like state

a convoluted society

an enlightened reprobate

 

to question would be treason

to reason, tom-fool

alone in a catastrophic awakening

not an individual,

but a tool.

 

sing me a new devotional,

of something withered, something frayed

my visions take flight,

in this endless charade

oh hum-diddle-la-la-la

oh shum-diddle-ha-ha-ha

my tongue is a machine gun

as i dream of dragons.