Time Flies when you're dying

As seconds tic away
The final toll is counted
Remembering solemnly
That lives are not cheap
Every death is a tragedy
Not a statistic, nor a waste
If one has never had enough
He nonetheless has worth
If the life was not well beloved
Even if the life was broken and old
Too young to have been given a name
Never a waste to be alive
Life is both tragic and comedic
And some of us panic in the face
Of losing all we love
So we surrender our power
To ensure safety
We will live our lives
Being less wild less hopeful
With less joy per hour
And fewer seconds per day

Alone

As we ventured into near space
We desired to learn, find evidence
Venturing there to discover origins
We found nothing, and nothing erased
Our search returned empty, no pretense
We were still alone in the universe
For our near future and all of our past
For some the visit would foreshadow a fall
We could only wonder what it would be like
To know a great mystery and meet forms of life
Life spawned throughout the solar system, or galaxy
We've no reason to turn back, our time to learn is now

Time

The only thing guaranteed in life, is time
It passes, and it exists beyond our hope
What are the infernal mental constructions
That exist to lead us astray from the truth
We struggle, seek to understand our lives
Is our mind ever able to flee from knowing
Making the result of lives such destruction
What is there that remains inside our minds
That can overcome the toxic ideas and beliefs
Leading us all to a mass societal genocide?

Always Wrong

Am I just mistaken
Am I always wrong
Has your heart gone
I am a prayer unspoken
Am I the forsaken
For I am a life broken
Forever this lifespan
My words choking
I stand in silence
As a path not taken
Nothing left to argue
Human arrogance fails
It can never imbue
This life with hope
There isn't a life within me
These ruins are forever
Wasted lands, wasted lives
Never to rise above
Never again

Dead trees, and yet hope

Even deep into the worst fears
Followed by some bitter tears
There is an everlasting hope
Life on planet earth still offers
Home and habitat for the many
Even if we destroy all known
We humans are the moment
Life will survive our presence
Earth is billions of years old
And new dreams still grow
After humans have gone away
Unknown life forms will flourish
All filled with dreams to bestow
Of brand new great civilizations
With no human traits at all

Desperate War Upon Trolls

We've been at war against them
For as long as we have memory
They are neither human nor beast
I am sure that they possess no soul
As they hunger for our tasty flesh
They see us as weak, as their feast
We are to be killed or controlled
We stand against them, united
For they wish for our species' death
It isn't just that they eat meat
It is our bodies they want to eat
Though tired from this epic fight
We cannot fade or it will be the end
Our days and nights become long
But I promise, they will be destroyed
It is by our axe that they'll taste defeat
They are putrid with flesh so decayed
By our will we will find the path
And make it an accomplished fate
That they will finally be gone

Troll kalla miktrungl sjǫtrungnis,auðsug jǫtuns,
élsólar bǫl,vilsinn vǫlu,vǫrð nafjarðar,
hvélsveg himins –hvat's troll nema þat?

Burnt Remains

Burnt remnants of our existence
Ashes fall, spread from the wind
Humans are witness to a history
Our own destruction and renewal
The dark clouds upon the horizon
Beckoning new, violent dreams
Understanding the beast within
For it makes its voice heard
Forcing us to follow the herd
We have never been but animals
Set free to devour this world

offers

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I've fallen victim to my demon lust

Should I do anything to escape? What should I do to be yours?

I've stopped and I can't trust and I'm still behind closed doors

There's nothing I can say that'll change the way it'll play

Singing sorrow songs, crying from insanity, idiocy
How hard should I try, or is it suicide?

“The fire which seems extinguished often 

slumbers beneath the ashes.” Pierre Corneille

Ask Why

Many assume that the lives people lived in antiquity

Must have been unfulfilling, hopeless and difficult

Why would we think that, unless we have a reason

For social roles, opportunities compared to modernity?

Or is it the general beliefs held, or ideas leading to results

Is it the idea that our modern life has greater meaning

And without such, there is no reason to bother living

Born to the era we are born we must endure and go on

It matters not one bit if we are willing
Existence is more than circumstance
It far more than chance, more than timing
Because we exist regardless of our desire
To find purpose means we are trying
But each era has traits that are more than good
Each generation produces humans
Who have courage and genius
That our species will see as defining

The Shadows of Faith

I bled for you
And you abused me
I am emptied at the core
I've tasted of the bitter seed
In the dark shadows of your faith
Your sins cover me
As I lay I am awash in sorrow
I've entered the shallows
The mysteries surround me
Your acts left me hollowed
In your supposed magnificence
In this curious deep
Is a confluence of tears
And vapid, vain greed
You've led me to be betrayed
For I've given freely
Fighting for your every day
Giving of my being
While you sit back and criticize
All the while
You've stolen my tomorrow

“Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?”  Leo Tolstoy

 

Personal Prison

Choose a name, and create your mask
For in the walking of the path of the fool
One must continue, for it never ends
Life is a puzzling game, don't stop to ask
Just muddle through, never transcend
Our existence doesn't come with a guide
Do we have a proper teacher of wisdom
Can we survive with only the mind inside
Prevent ourself from creating a prison
That we'll never escape due to fears
The years leave us cowed and tamed
Without walls or bars on the windows
We'll never leave, never escape
For our own walls and bars we impose
In each mind are the judges, the jury
Our minds are the witness, the accuser
Creating a prison, of personal shame

Guilt or innocence

If we admit our guilt or declare our innocence
Does it allow that our mind believes in the assertion
Does it reveal the depth of conviction
Or the peak of pretension
Is our heart guilty only when thought so by others?
Or is our outer casing of flesh insignificant
Does the heart bear the burden?
Is the heart subject to sacrifice?
Do we ascend by overcoming
Or do we descend by defending
If our heart is not innocent
Nor is the mind

However many died before, this one body they fight over

Achilles allowed Patroclus to wear his armor to beat back the approaching Trojan army.  It wasn't just a case of using whatever was near, and having need.  It was a way to bring fear to the Trojans, and bring spirit of the fight to the morale of the Greeks.

While Achilles was the paramount and manifest warrior of the field, he was not always able to be present. He was often struck with black moods. When Patroclus pursued the Trojan defeated, to the gates of Troy, he was doing more than Achilles, and he caused havoc and disorder. 

But then he was struck by Euphorbus, and then speared by Troy's hero Hector, and the victorious ending of war now turned turmoil.  The Greeks and Trojans then exploded in battlefield ardor, over the body, of the one who had been thought to be Achilles.

Achilles sorrow was so great, that he took many lives as he grieved.  The Trojans gained only Achilles's ire. Clearing the battlefield, Achilles called forth a fire, and soon every knot of hair from Greek warrior heads were burned upon the Patroclus pyre. 

The end of life called for celebration, but Hades was waiting for Achille's friend.  And only when Achilles was visited by the ghost of Patroclus, did his friend's time on earth would ever end.

Didn't get along

He'd yell because he was unhappy
Yell if he thought he wasn't heard
He'd yell when he was happy
And then yell to hear his voice
And heard it rise above the herd
But if you made a single noise
For any reason whatsoever
He'd yell at you for daring to speak
I never learned why, nor could I
He thought I was a curse
And maybe I was
So I cursed him deeply
I refused to die

The Luxury of a Choice

As humans tried to reach towards the heavens
They kept building, as if compelled to do so
Steel and concrete rose above the ground
Until their skyscrapers kissed the skies
Were they building a new Tower of Babel
Even as they believed in the majestic ascent
The poor and homeless remained in abject peril
The builders thought no one should ask why
But the important questions ask themselves
Have we abandoned our children
Have we ignored messages sent
Are we blind to those who hunger
They hunger for justice
For safety, for kindness and hope
The builders feigned interest
But lived high above the world
Their luxury was a materialist choice
And they had much from which to choose
It allowed them to not listen
It allowed them to be blind
They ignored the constant pleas
They couldn't hear the crying
Screaming help save us
We are breaking
Give us hope, we are dying
We've nothing left to lose
But our species has entered descent
We've lost our way
We worship money
We long for power
The struggle has been forever
Making us lose our minds
Spreading false messages
That we've a choice in this life
But is that the truth?
Perhaps the choice is different
We can endure injustice or we can flee
Like Icarus try to fly away
And finally make yourself forever free

28 Days

Nepotianus was descended of Constantine
Called by the moment to rise to the podium
He marched, then stood before the state
Taking leadership of a band of gladiators
He was offered up to become the Augustus
His will was believed by some to be worthy
He was another vine in a line of royal seed
He believed he was called, for he was to lead
But he was not famous, nor considered great
In 28 days he was slain, his head removed
It was seen as a symbol, placed upon a spike
He aspired to greatness, but in truth was not
And died before even his first imperial decree
Greatness is not something one is born to
It is not something we are called to be
It is how others see you
You've no control of that
Even if you long for it to be

Watching my world end

If I had to pay for everything done
I might as well never begin life
For it'd be easier to be undone
My sins rot inside, remembered
My vague threats dismember
I'd rather have never gone on
For I lived without living
I lived without forgiving
I kept the wrongs in my mind
Cast down upon me
Ready to be spent thereafter
Upon the other
I was wronged and I wronged
I sinned and was sinned upon
Why does it matter at this far off place
To count the sins that are countless
Without redemption or even its taste

Hoax or Miracle

Once white, a veil for a corpse
Was it a death shroud from antiquity
And more importantly
Did it capture the essence of Christ
In an image that appears on fabric
Or was it instead a hoax of quality
Planted by a mischievous dark hand
Staining the perception of the visage
Was it a miracle, or a real oddity
Does it have secrets to understand
Or does it move souls by our witness
Of what we've seen without apology
What can we learn about the motive
Do the blood stains and burns reveal
The true nature of this shroud of death
Does it really matter why it exists
Do we find inspiration in our devotion
Does the truth matter in righteous zeal
Do we know the fabric tasted God's breath
Or showed a victim of Roman crucifix
If evidence allows proof, what is this?
Do we honestly care about the truth
Does the information allow us to persist
In the end of the trial
Does a believer fall adrift
Should they be unconvinced

Walking through the Sky

The mindful walk through the galaxy
And see what others have never seen
They surrender the flesh now so fragile
Escape through a mind able to imagine
The quiet of the stars and space is serene
With lives made small by majestic dreams

Asked and Answered: A Tomb

We've all asked the question
Why am I here, what did I do
Because the world is alive
Pregnant with ideas, a womb
So I had to see many die
I had to lose many friends
When all life ends in death
This planet become's our tomb

The Machine Is Eternal

“The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.”  Yevgeny Zamyatin

Long ago humans chose their number
We surrendered and entered a system
Becoming numb to our emotions
Where a great machine regulates reward
It considers every individual's needs
After calculation provides sustenance 
But we are told we must do more
We must march forward
Believe deeply, accept our master
We must do all that it requires
Fed the propaganda and the lore
How great is the machine master?
Is individuality ever worth allowing?
If having if it causes others to fail?
Is freedom of aspiration allowable 
Is one dream better than others?
Is expressions to be fully restored?
How important is it that all perform equally
How important is it for expression be uniform
Or is it?
And if there are rich, must there be poor
Does the machine even care
If all receive what they need
If not all they necessarily want
Why worry the system?

“There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.”  Yevgeny Zamyatin

Our Enemy Monsanto

It is a killer of people without being called criminal
The giant Monsanto designs grains and herbicides
Killing bees and people, with cancer and poison
Ignoring damning reports that could be critical
We don't stop them, allowing societal suicide
Monsanto is allowed to become the chosen
The ones who can do whatever they will
And slaughter our people for money
For riches and power they exist
And are an evil unspoken

Imagine 1929, Only Worse

We are told how moments in the past still linger
But no single word can express the event faced
Imagine a global economy, larger, many times over
Than the one that crashed in the misery of 1929
Shattered and crushed and no longer able to work
After manipulations of trust and actors seeking power
The desire for money and materialist lusts
It shall reveal a crash that cannot be recovered from
It will come in a form no one recognizes, yet
But know, that it will be changing a world
Naive and trusting hopeful and foolish
As the rich will get even more of the money
The middle class will dwindle, if not disappear
And the poor beaten down so that they remember the rules
This is the beast and there are more
They wait upon the gates of Babylon
They hunger, and have not been fed for decades
Show fear, be prepared, for they are growing near

Waiting to be Destroyed

Is it too late to change
If the rage cannot pass
I'm breaking again
And again and again
I can't be glib, won't be coy
This my last chance, I know
I've never been first but I am cursed
I know that I'm last and that's alright
As the storm advances
The wicked winds blow
And wind tears at the edge
All that isn't tied down
Will be scattered like confetti
The wind flow pounds constantly
So pray, hope, or buy insurance
Anything goes when you are waiting
To be destroyed or to die in misery
An act of murder
Of yourself
By rage of your own hand

“Besides, my life is a catastrophe. It's 
a catastrophe to be without a voice.”  

E.B. White

Wild Thing

I decided to dive further in
I know I was blessed then
And 34 years later, still am
I married a wild redhead
And somehow she tamed me
She told me the truth
She gave me proof
She was queen of the land
My life would be complete
I'd escape fate and defeat
Because she was there
She gave me hope
She soothed my soul
My love poured out
She strengthened me
She saved me
Gave me a goal
To endure this foolish flesh
To embrace all I now have

(Dedicated to my wife, who gave me more than life, but a reason to live)

Slamming doors

You slammed the door
And closed yourself in
The room is small and clean
But I've been damned
You stare at the wall
Inspect the color
Wonder at the brush strokes
And ignore the fire
Burning the house down
The black smoke chokes
And you smile
This what you wanted
Because this is what you thought
But now
The memories will burn
The ghosts leave you haunted
Of the remnants of a life
The disaster you've wrought
Abandoning the love you believed
And wonder now at the reasons
A life betrayed
A family broken
A path blocked
Another path chosen
A prayer offered
A prayer unspoken
Know yourself
And be prepared
To understand
You've as much blame
As the other
And try to breathe
As the billowing smoke smothers
The house burns down

Dancer

She was chosen to dance before the king
Her beauty was great, how she had allure
Her presence reminded him of softest silk
Luxurious grace and mercy in single form
Her voice was silent and never tried to sing
Her dance was brilliant, movement so pure
Drawing every good emotion to the brink
Her grace allowed all to calm inner storms
For she was a dancer, and she knew well
How to make others feel, and even think

Thoughts of Fantasy

It is a miserable truth to believe
That your government lies
You wish it were simply partisans
But there is a machine
It grinds out individuals
It uses gears to cut other gears
Steel to create steel
Favors conformists to be left inside
The more you think
The less you know
The more you are angry
You can't be allowed to grow
It is the secrets they keep
Leading you to a reality of fantasy
Pushing exhaustion
Making unable to see
Anything but the world

Wounded Confession

My body broken by the years
My heart beating hated tears
My mind screaming every word
Not a sound able to be heard
My time on earth is a harvest
As my sins burn inside I confess
Let the rain come, let the end come
So let my time here be done
Let funerary bells be rung
I hope my life was worthy
For I did all of my duties
I reject the curse
I had a life of worth
Let the rain come down
Let it all come down

Adieu

I can't shed my shame
I can't hide the blame
Of all that I've done
She didn't deserve me
She wanted to serve me
But my madness had begun
When I saw her as mine
I knew that I lost my mind
I couldn't understand why
She left, I made her run
But now I do, I do
So I bid you my love
A sweet but sad Adieu

One Bullet, One Life

If you ask yourself what's important
It's almost certainly not your life
If you answer your own question
The answer will say survive
But that is not the truth
Life offers too many struggles
We can barely expect to be happy
If we somehow are so
We barely understand how we got there
And have no way to really know
What is there to make it real
There is nothing nothing at all
We can do
But search for meaning
And a purpose
Rather than escape the burden
Or find a destiny
Or preserve future legacies
There is no meaning unless we act
There is only desperate fear
Starving for love that we lack
If we find no meaning
This pain will have gone on for nothing
Year after year, tear after tear
You must find a way to endure
Or find a way instead to escape
But what is the point
Dying is easy
Living is hard
Dying is quick
Life leaves scars
Unless you learn
Nothing happens without a reason
And taking your gift of life
Is a form of treason
One bullet is a small thing
But it can steal the hope
And give a final resolution
One that ends your choices
One that ends the chances
There is more than you are seeing
If you learn your purpose
Celebrate the pain
For it is a moment
And you know there is so much more
So much good is waiting for your being

“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”  Albert Camus

You and I deserve Love

Moral evolution, emotional starvation
Seeking love, searching for salvation
The hunger inside burns with a thirst
Moving inexorably and immutably
Will we find the subject of our search
Will passions build until they burst
Leaving disaster in our churning wake
Do we need the pain for its own sake
The flesh fails, but the spirit prevails
We all need what we cannot feel or see
Seeking truth that's woven in our soul
Truth that by the revelation redeems
Lose your inhibitions, lose all control
This noble search will end, never fail
A quest knight will discover the grail
Composed of love, truth, trust and hope

Red Star on High

They looked down upon the enemy, waiting to strike
Their hatred made them hard, the hatred was a flood
The Knights of the Black Crooked Cross invaded
With armies of dragons made of steel and blood
Pushing through the defenders, without mercy
Taking the Red Star knight's land and slaves
Black cloaked knights fought killing millions
The Red Star replied with a plan well orchestrated
Flying in an amber sky, the defenders were glorious
Red Star eagles allowed a homeland to be saved
For survival of the state was the final true mission

Laughter in class

Outside in the hallway I heard laughter in a class
A kid was there facing a cruel and brutal aftermath
Found when the herd demands conformity
Revealing a sort of false preference
When lies become the reality
Found not in the heart, only in beauty
Caught, made the mistake of asking
Why pick on some, not others?
Why all of this bashing?
His crime was honesty and a lack of perfection
He wasn't handsome, being awkward and thin
He was judged a fool despite his beauty within
He was correctly considered a misfit
But that is not a flaw
As laughter in class echoed, the teacher did nothing
The student turned red wishing he could do something
Not knowing a fact very important
That in the kingdom of heaven the order is shifted
Where the first shall come last
He wasn't cursed
For the last shall come first
He knew right from wrong, spoke truth and not opinion
Finally made the world know he was differently gifted
Not a beast of the herd, nor a follower or a leader
Being popular is worthless when the final vote is cast

When many become one

As they slip across the surface
Nothing stops the forward momentum
As a group they move in absolute unison
They flow, and run, with a distinct purpose
Each member has powers but may also be gentle
And they drive forward, moving constantly as one

Burning Smoke

The fire inside
Comes out as smoke
Burning prayers
Held in the throat
If they can't release
If he can't breathe
In his mouth they'll choke
So he let's them out
Removes all doubt
Reveals his life
And challenges doubt

Angel of Death

Kiss me oh Angel of Death
Take me with you, love me
Pucker up and take me now
I am ready, so end my flesh
Death a doorway, body is free
Take me, hurt me, show me how
Take my body, it is useless
Dead meat, stinking from rot
My spirit seeks to escape
Why the dagger my friend Brutus?
Oh go ahead, exactly as I thought
This flesh will die, like all do
I do not need to feel more pain
Kiss me Oh Angel of Death
Make love to me, steal my heart
Take my breath, love bizarre
I need to have no ceremony
Please no funeral for me
I am as happy as I can be
Don't sorrow my death
I was no longer present
Please do not grieve
This is what I was meant to receive
A kiss, just a kiss, give freely
Death I am ready
Take me now
Please

The View

The point where land and sea meet
Apex of the horizon stands proud
Above the line between night and day
The ocean's foam rises and hovers
Night sky viewed through a prism
Earth is our home, a kaleidoscope
Every day a is reminder of beauty
The universe tells us the day has risen

In the Image

 

We create because we were also created
We reflect and aspire to our beginnings
Longing to create just as by the creator
But we are flawed, have no way to start
We reproduce in numbers, and make art
Building great cities, building high walls
But we can't imagine doing any justice
To the works of the hand of a creator
Ask what could we ourselves ever do
Should we'd had such enormous power
With visions that renew
With majesty revealed
If only we had the same view
As the one who made us
Could anything we make
Not be as noble
Nor as incredible
Nor as pure or as good?
Perhaps it is blasphemy
To consider or dream
Of having the power to create
To have life giving power
As a being so divine
With perfect understanding
And wisdom so serene?

 

The Prophets were correct

We are told by the prophets that we will meet a day
When Four Horsemen ride and Death calls our name
Our world given over to plague, suffering famine
Constantly waging war, earning great suffering
What is left to face? Truly we will meet fate
Shall we fulfill destiny as we invite misery
Will we find mercy in each solved mystery
As our days end, a message will become clear
Truth will be sent, as the Horsemen grow near

Fooking Rubik

It is of no comfort, I know but I give up
This is not worth the effort and  I contend
That you are a rubik's cube
With a cage of steel around your soul

With emotions of an unsolved puzzle
Move this way and lose that argument
Move that way and you'll lose that friend
Love means nothing to you

You play games of pretend
No longer will I be muzzled
But it matters not to you
We'll be in different places
And I'll never again be in your control

Nor in a loving emotional embrace
That's ok by me, the scars remain
And they aren't hard to chase
Finger tips trace
But if the deepest are impossible to reach
The pain is still there for me to taste

The Marked Woman

Her body was marked
Covering her flesh
Mostly but not entirely
Her tattooed symbols lived
Keeping all of her secrets
More protected
Than a personal diary
She understood the magic
It was to be studied scholarly
When an artist covered her body
With ink sigils and symbols
They were for use when she needed
These images would come alive
She had control of her wrinkles
Her curves and her lines
Her fullness, her bosom
The markings would respond to her hand
And she called forth, offering hope
Creating life
Her power was majestic
Mysterious and dangerous
She was the medium
Through which power flowed

Such Sweet Lies

From the beginning of our time
To the very end here on earth
We tremble at the thought
This tapestry of falsehood
Begins at birth
We tell ourselves such sweet lies
As we say them in our minds
Silently
In perfect lucidity
While the lies are lunacy
May they keep us satisfied
But accept this truth
There's no reason to do so
No need for scientific proof
Give honesty a try
Use the mirror and look deep
There it is in your eyes
Don't avert your gaze
You've ended the curse
You know it, there's no shame
Abandon the mask
Life may be a masquerade
Learn to be content in the fact
That hope is real and all the more so
When you believe, so
So ask

“Lice consume grass, rust 
consumes iron, and lying 
the soul!” ― Anton Chekhov 

From deep space it comes

A singularity, aware, sentient
Sends from an enormous black hole
A signal reaches that earth, shockingly
Modern civilization now expects to die
For their outlook had been one of isolation
The world outside her own thought silent
The mute universe around it had not been
But through a plague of mental starvation
The idea that we might be unable to perceive
When an ultra advanced star gazing people
Send information through various means
We might be a fire atop the mountain
They might be a rapid solar burst
Communicating by means we can't receive
For it is that we are mute
Each send messages, calling for help,
Perhaps for contact, or seeking new worlds
There are facts available but
We might be the last to know
For who knows if someone has tried
Or will try ever again
We might be a speck of dust
In the eye of an aware universe
And to all corners and reaches of space
We've become an irritant, an ignorant people
Despite our efforts, a people unable to learn
Condemned to remain upon their planet
One so beautiful we call it Earth

Devour the Children, Long Live the State

If the Nazi Youth were energized
To become ideologically pure
The World War Two era Japanese students
Were equally indoctrinated
The children of the Soviet Union suffered
Faced with war and cold war limitations
Made to believe in the nation of their birth
Was the family they needed
And told someday
They too would become the apparatus
Gears of a machine
Cogs of the wheel of state
How much more are our own children today
Being made pawns and clones of the nation
By watching television, movies, games, phones
Focusing upon pure materialistic escape
The reward is immediate, easy, quick to play
Their desire to learn made weak by the way
We have every reason to plant intellectual seeds
Instead we fail
We could stop the failure
By praising the good
Lifting up those who cultivate honor
And benevolence to others
Not greed, not pleasure seeking
By giving to those who have suffered
Freedom, hope, a voice
For we must not devour the young
Rob them of their vision
Consume our future
The hopelessness will reign
What we've taught is how a modern society becomes insane
We take the responsibilities from fathers and mothers
Force those upon teachers and messengers of culture
We obscure the fact that it is every adult, it is we
Who ought to be the focal point of blame
Not the children, who are our victims

Destiny Chose Me to Serve Her

I've fought many battles, it shows upon my armor
She has called me her Knight of the Black Rose
Fighting for lost causes, and also for her honor
To bear her banner moves me, brings me to throes
She could have been the betrothed of better men
But it was not them that in the end she chose
My steel is polished, but still I see there's rust
I bear her banner with pride, as well my ardor
I will find joy if I die by her side, in duel or battle
Not my moment to know, it is hers, as is my trust
Not for the knight who serves to feign he knows
I wait for her call, at her beckon, and her hand
This is her honor I fight for, and her sacred land
I have dedicated every breath, my whole life
I live for her, I will bleed for her, or fall
For her I act, whatever her command
I'll perform any task, for her I will die

Rain Will Come

Some day they say a vast and long rain will come
With it, the dust and pain of life is washed away
All the filth that clouds our mind, pushed from view
So we all wait until then
Orphans diving for rich man leftover crumbs
Students dive beneath desks as gunmen slay
Hunger drives mothers to the street
Power is focused upon one
And not the many
Can they ever learn the truth
The world has no wise men therein