Frozen plans of human waste
shattered souls, could not embrace.
Pillars of sand washed away
changing of tides; a dangerous place
shadows around the edge of time.
Pilgrims speak of an ancient rhyme.
Staring out of soulless eyes
Dancing truths of bitter lies.
Flawless beauty of arrogant souls
Moronic fools, lost it all.
A fiery blaze starts the story.
An icy death ends their glory.
Holding fast to their precious lies
the truth in their godless, foolish eyes.
Frozen planes of human waste
shattered souls who could not embrace
pillars of sand that washed away
changing of tides, a watery grave.