Beyond Reason

Stirring cauldrons of cataclysm And with ladle full The storm of deception has fallen From tounge to voice to fool. Born is this entity, a monster of sorts And to this monster we grant Entrance to our ports, To say what is not seen, To freely facilitate the false, To set the junket of jargon, And celebrate its lose. We venture down roads in rage, We question not the cause, And ignore the coming page. We march with word above purpose And act with a dark age. We seek not an end, We wait for apologies, That the monster will never send Time will undo What hubris did spawn And what once was broken Will return triumphant in the dawn.