They Stole Your Light

They stole your light The fire that you worked so hard to attain Now lies in the hands of greed. Your sacrifice lives on, A testament to the ability that my kind can twist; Even the holiest of holies. They call it civility. Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself. Their intention is “pure” Unbiased! It chips away everyday at your soul When science calls, ready an offering from your flesh It feeds until you are reduced to (nothing). They stole your light, son of Iaptus Prometheus, they worshiped that ember and fed it Now your fire consumes us all Like a dying sun that won't set until it eats itself.