Prehistoric Pride
Temples fall when reason calls,
But who's the one to blame?
Cities crumble, skin can bubble,
But all in who's name?
One to rule us, one to fool us,
One to give false hope.
One to take the life you made, and make it its own.
Not to say that hope can't change the way a person dies;
But it still works its funny quirks on those
Who are alive.
Buildings fall, but duty calls from prehistoric pride;
So follow now the morals vowed,
once upon a time.
One to rule us, one to fool us,
One to give false hope.
One to take the life you made, and make it its own.
Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017
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