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
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