In the Fall
There was laughter through the solace as the world had come to grieve
Over arrogance and pestilence from all
But the rains fall down as innocence when rainbows start to weave
Telling all to keep on laughing through The Fall
By the time the drunken pleasures festered into sober minds
There were boasters selling penances for friends
On their moral-risen soap box quelling guilt of every kind
Then to justify repeating drunken trends
There was madness through the epoch of the wild and untamed youth
As their lobbyists won battles on the fields
Against the yellow politicians laying down in voters booths
While defenders of the quaint begin to yield
When the blood flows out of Eden and proliferates through yore
There was apathy and blindness all the while
And the youth remain ambivalent to madness they ignore
For the blood they cause is veiled in their beguile
There was novel in the noble in the mourning of The Deep
Whom had fallen to The Shallow in The Fall
As the winter dawns upon the lasting remnants as they weep
Here we stand, survivors, backs against the wall
Hear the echo of the laughter through the solace as we grieve
Heed the arrogance and pestilence from all
Beware false rains of innocence and rainbows as they weave
Just stand the Mindless and the laughter in The Fall
Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2010
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