Ending of the Circles

Lack of anarchy This generation knows none It has lost all beliefs of the mothers and fathers before These times are a godless time That the scoundrels pray by and dance to with flames Murderers are given empathy and the sick... to many antidotes I stood above the altar waiting for a cleric But was ashamed of the men who held a cross and kiss to one another Children dying for the touch of an adult yet their games are still adolescent Blood spilled for the sole purpose of drinking in already a vein drought I cried for the times to end but the seconds grew patient and the minutes live Statues built in tyranny and now every country begs for violence and respect Lust at the tip of the educators wand Fear is just a name that history has failed to remember Witchcraft at the culmination of a holiday which we celebrate loudly and drunken May God pity this land Our hands use to ache with hard labor Now they snatch ignorance at the kneck Virtues grappling at a whim while the holiness has been abandoned like a ship Drifting away at a destitute harbour