I was told the Earth was a beautiful place,
fire, Earth and wind collide;
the phenomenon of time and space,
the innate instinct to survive.

The massive sea, the solid land,
the shore on which they kissed,
people given one command:
simply to exist.

I learned, against my own desires,
paradise won't last forever.
this domain meant to grow and inspire,
is full of dangerous endeavors.

There are some, which carry knives and guns,
their power in deadly tools.
There are junkies and dealers, equally spun,
and their flocks of helpless mules.

There are gluttonous men that laugh and jest,
with maids to keep their palace neat.
Smaller men make up the rest;
they occupy the barren streets.

Angels perch on snowy branches,
protecting the holy light,
but demons cause the avalanches
when the fires of hell ignite.

The world was once a ****** land,
but as the time would pass,
the human race with savage hand
shattered the hourglass.

The sands leak into those skies and seas
that once seemed so pristine,
and shift into a darker place;
We fall to the machine.