My life did start in England
when pride did lay down waiting to die
just like the people now in poverty and despair
such are now the shadows now small in the ruins of our cities

The sirens did still sing of cold warnings
screaming that the war does never end
and in Eve's apple upon ancient tree  
in blossom you will find me sleeping in deaths arms

Yet I swim my way home
back to a country I have grown to hate
all my extraordinary endeavors mean nothing
in this hell that I call my home

Oh dark oh dark world
oh dark country so full of exhausted people
just trying to clamber on the highway of life
yet so waiting to be crushed underfoot


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris