Nothing where hope used to be Just empty boxes whose contains were taken And in the corner muttering guards with hands over their heads Babbling nonsense about the forsaken times that are coming Their minds were lost, they don’t know what they were guarding Pandora’s jar is no longer the saving grace For centuries, while her siblings, plague and evil roamed around the world She was sitting inside, waiting for her time, to heal, to change the tides of ancient war But she was stolen to be sold By wicked men in masks made of compassion The merchants with their silvery tongues that shamelessly disguised their lies as the gospel of the Lord Who pried on fear and behind closed doors stoked the fires of misery For ballots and votes soaked in blood of those they pretended to shield Without hope, we do not have a levelled playing field Now we see, how expensive were the mistakes of the past That eroded the scales of truth and the palace of unspoken trust
you can trust me secrets wishes desires all kept under my lock and key they can’t hurt you not unless they take my entry and steal what was ours to keep i would never betray my own word only if you abandon me the depths of my own knowledge are often so bittersweet filled with the voices of a thousand murmurs, sayings that are mine to keep admit it once, i’ll lock it away never for anyone to peek
A wounded heart inflicked on bruised reed All it knows is profound pain It seeps into a seared conscience It knows no value It taints relationships It stirs up a heavy heart It self -seeking beyond Thought Carries a weight of baggage until it burns out the soul
"Do i run from the madness or surrender my life?" Former words that replay while he rests in his grave. He tried to escape from the issues they created but returned to the premise where injustice betrayed with a blade. Visited from an angel by the name of death, No one saw it coming nor expected that you'd lie there taking your last breath.
Oh son of Adam, not a single soul should remain, We've come to this world only to leave it one day. Nothing is meant to stay but we ought to meet one day, And until that day I'll remember your tale.