Song of Desolation

Complexity of human minds Somber thoughts occupies slumbers In the night the sound is deaf Massless dreams useless thoughts. In the day performed are dreams Desolate, like deserts sand huddles Heatrd to loss of purified waters Heap upon heap smothering another. Out of the deserts bones and sculls Softly weeping, quench this thirst. To late to far for human race? Whispers heard ever so gentle soft Awake, awake, wake you multitudes Take care of all of your brothers. Yet the staff with gold adorned Speaks another with poison tongue Listen not to the still,still voice For I am the ruler of this world. Oh skull and bones empty you are In a whisper your days are numbered Rulers you think you are,rich adorned Your time is, yet it will fall like all others. In one breath of purification, a calmness Amidst the rumbles of wars and greed The Earth will stand in all of its splendor To those who hunger their thirst be quenched. Humanity listen to the ever so small voice Give no heed to the voice of this world Rome the leader to doom predicted Ah. men a sheep, a specie to be pitied.