Malignant Overlords

03:05pm 20/05/2003

As goodness falls,
They rise to power.
Tears of blood,
Begin to flower.

Worshipping,
Is what they need.
And our lost souls,
Eternally heed.

Life itself,
Shall hold no meaning.
When with emptiness,
Our thoughts are teeming.

Pushing always,
Our dreams aside.
We oft forget,
That we once belied.

Hurry onwards,
The eve is nigh.
The freedom catcher,
Is in the rye.

With Good's return,
They shall fall from power.
Dead sticks of souls,
Shall once again flower.