I wandered through this topaz valley,
Steep walls surrounding me flat and high,
Totally alone as I walked down this alley,
Below these hooded skeletons standing silently by.

Each skeleton stood two hundred yards in the air,
Dark ravens silently flying from their empty eyes,
Gazing too long at them was something I did not dare,
I kept my eyes downtrodden, far from the suffocating amber skies.

Tears filled my eyes as I slowly fell to my knees,
This world of pestilence and shadows filling my mind,
I swiftly shut my moist eyes as my heart began to freeze,
Only to open them in an inhuman location, cold and confined.

I stood atop a stone pillar, thousands of yards above ground,
Hundereds of circular obelisks as far as the eye could see,
I noticed modest fires lit in their centers as I glanced around,
And one in the center of my pillar, left there for me.

Dark souls circled around the sweltering flames,
Hunched over figures, both seen and unseen,
Holding hands so tightly I thought they were chained,
I crept towards them, hoping not to intervene.

They turned to me with peculiar smiles on their faces,
Without a word, they silently began to beguile,
Taciturnly demonstrating the evils of this world,
Until I finally concluded, yes, let me stay by these flames a while.

This place is just too perfect
It's begging to be wrecked
It leaves no box unchecked
It makes me want to disconnect

All of my sins I've confessed
I almost feel oppressed
For I am imperfect
Trapped in this flawlessness that I detest
Trying to meet these standards, it's making me stressed
I know I'll succeed at a couple things at best
Before I end up ripping my heart out of my chest

I
just
want
to
get

out


of




here

A woman kneels on the edge of the cliff
She carries a child in her arms
Her tears fall to join the black sea
She holds the child's tiny palm in her hand

The woman looks up as she prays
But her prayers cannot reach her god
A thick film of smoke obfuscates her wishes
A barrier born from the destruction of her village

The king's men quickly approach
She knows they will not spare her
For she does not believe in the same god
She will be thrown into the flames with her companions

The woman turns to her pursuers
The men in chainmail are closing in
She knows they will **** her before they **** her
For they see her as a pagan savage
She sees them as the same.

She looks back to the black sea
If she is to die, she wishes to die with dignity
She clutches the child tightly
And she steps backwards.

Why can I not see through to her?
I raise my hand to wave
But she's just a blur
Has she made me her slave?

Do I love her too much?
Is that why I am behind this veil?
I simple want to feel her touch
But each time I try I only fail

All lined up
Palms against the wall
They're praying for a saviour
But they know nobody cares

Three men raise their arms
Tools of war, constructed only to take lives
To spray the walls with the blood of the guilty
Or the blood of the innocent

The order is given
Sharp cracks fill the street
Like a master whipping a slave
Only a thousand times faster

Hollow cylinders of brass clatter on the cobble floor
The wine of life flows through the grooves in between the stones
As the bodies fall, their essence pours into the drains
To join the rest of the waste this city wants to dispose of

Smog lingers in the streets
Neon lights flicker to trip hop beats
Tears of the homeless pool around the people's feet
The alleys are chock full of perverts and creeps

These people have never even seen the sun
The only ones who have are on the run
Only to be killed by the gun
By the ones who find no elegance in fun

A chain link fence surrounds a complex
Developed to promote society's prospects
Through the act of turning victims into objects
Enslaving them to work on the government's projects

The prisoners are fed soggy biscuits
And can only hear the sounds of artificial crickets
Forced to work just to see something explicit
The only thing left that can raise their spirits

The trees have come to a standstill
The crows and the ravens watch over the field
Nothing dares make a sound, out of fear of being revealed
A mist rises from the ****** soil

A funeral pyre stands tall
Made out of the spears and shields of the fallen
The remains of several families that have been destroyed
Oh how the gods must be overjoyed

Twelve preacher boys
All stood in a ring
Around the pyre
Longing for dusk

Once the sun had ducked behind the horizon
One boy stepped forward
He cast a torch into the pyre
The lost can only be freed by the fire