Distorted words, and
The common misconception
Of glamorous fiends,
Help to destroy the sanity
Of hopelessly subtle, old kings.
-
Dastardly provoked
To implore, or deceive, the
Faint of heart—cowards—
To commit themselves to war;
To attempt courage for once.
-
Yet, not one of them
Is capable of such strength.
In today’s battle,
One man here, is simply just
Another broken, dead boy.
-
Scream “Hallelujah!”
They do, but it comes as a
Whisper. They whisper,
Because they are afraid of
Their own voices; the noise scares them.
-
Circumstance may have
That those faint of heart—cowards—
Cannot see their chance;
This inexhaustible resource.
They know not their own power.
-
Brother: Please humor
The condemned souls in this town,
For they are no more
A concern for the Killers,
And Invaders moving through here.
-
The rippling muscles
Of defeat swarm this dead town,
And those who stood by
Were consumed by the vultures,
And the wolves who haunt the woods.
-
Those who could not stand
And confront the oppressors,
Because their voice was
Inaudible and weak, were
Burned at the stake, like Bruno.
-
Yet, these plebes, could not look Him in the eyes because their guilt weighed their chins down.
-
Wickedly the cruel,
Conquering enemy will
Capture the souls of
The less fortunate who hide
In their own puny shadows.
-
Yet, even when the
Strong make their stand, and fight
Those wicked demons,
Their victory is in vain,
Because the cities still burn.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Distorted words, and
The common misconception
Of glamorous fiends,
Help to destroy the sanity
Of hopelessly subtle, old kings.
-
Dastardly provoked
To implore, or deceive, the
Faint of heart—cowards—
To commit themselves to war;
To attempt courage for once.
-
Yet, not one of them
Is capable of such strength.
In today’s battle,
One man here, is simply just
Another broken, dead boy.
-
Scream “Hallelujah!”
They do, but it comes as a
Whisper. They whisper,
Because they are afraid of
Their own voices; the noise scares them.
-
Circumstance may have
That those faint of heart—cowards—
Cannot see their chance;
This inexhaustible resource.
They know not their own power.
-
Brother: Please humor
The condemned souls in this town,
For they are no more
A concern for the Killers,
And Invaders moving through here.
-
The rippling muscles
Of defeat swarm this dead town,
And those who stood by
Were consumed by the vultures,
And the wolves who haunt the woods.
-
Those who could not stand
And confront the oppressors,
Because their voice was
Inaudible and weak, were
Burned at the stake, like Bruno.
-
Yet, these plebes, could not look Him in the eyes because their guilt weighed their chins down.
-
Wickedly the cruel,
Conquering enemy will
Capture the souls of
The less fortunate who hide
In their own puny shadows.
-
Yet, even when the
Strong make their stand, and fight
Those wicked demons,
Their victory is in vain,
Because the cities still burn.
