A strangling stone gave way,
And the world started to turn again.
The despair shifted away,
And anger replaced it with gluttonous gain.
They took up torches
They took up sticks
They made the scorches
And gave the kicks.
They besieged the source of suffering
And down went the hurtful men
Down went the hating
Down went the deaths of children.
A star rose to the top
But it lost its glow
And the good came to a stop.
Greedy hands snatched at the power
And down went the elation
Down went the relief
Returned was the grief
Returned was the dark legion.
And they’re screaming in the streets again.
A child holds them off
Then toward his sister
He fights them off
And becomes the savior
But then he became the martyr.
The people are running
“Storm the castle!” they called
And were killed
Then downed were the fleeing
Fire at the fore
Driven from the core
Shoved from ahoy
Pressed by the death of a boy.
And there they lay
In shallow graves
Wreathed in mist, pale gray,
There are no more of the brave.