Dusty rooms with broken locks , that open on Styx river’s docks . Quiescent and serene , the broken shards of endless dreams lie shattered on the quay .
Hyenas prowl , and vultures lurk , while ravens collect shiny baubles . And far across the tumultuous water stands the devil’s majestic hovel . A house of cards all full of light that speaks of vindication . While capturing self righteous minds with human degradation .
Such a tentative position man , a flash of light on desert sand . Yet to the endless sea of time , a tortured wretch in pantomime ?
To mock the gods with books of lore , that delineate tomorrows shores . With so many right and so few wrong the devil weaves a simple song , of perfected ostrazation . While social stigmatism's blind becomes it’s own creation , to tie the hands and feet of all and shadow our perception .