the final hour draws ever closer
I can feel the darkness creeping in
freedom is fading, like a fallen city
frozen forms, dying starving
suffocated by an all-engulfing deceit
the sythe of power once more to blame
how did power fall to such a common enemy?
how was this allowed to happen?
how did this come to pass?
Why were men left to die?
Never to feel joy or warmth or to love again
Never to caress a lover again
Never to see the beauty of another
This is the curse, we bought it upon ourselves