From Man To Dust

We are all slaves, to this decline

And all we gave, meant nothing

To stand with pride, the defiant ones

Lost at the end, hope fades last of all

No more tomorrows, just this waking contempt

For the art of the dying and the depraved

The white light

The condemned

Cold humming souls that linger on

Alone in shame wanting to die

With no God, with no cry

Only the shadows, of divided sons

The riot remained

A spirit survived

Now time will take us home

Away from the pale horizon

Now I have become Death, the destroyer of worlds

All of our life

All of our pain

Failed some dream

Deliver us from ourselves

Give nothing to the illusion, of new dawn

Of dead religions, false idols and corruption

Before the storm, there was silence

The child must turn away, away from the sun

The blistered truth, go forth free from guilt

There is absolution in your death-

None of your sadness can save the doomed

We were once kings, of brave words

A war of common rebellions, attrition and spite

Before this tragedy, there was mans’ hatred-

So save nothing of man, let go of the past

The year is now zero, the mark of madmen

Forever cast down, the end of all time-

Destroy me, Mother

Take this life, spare me

Murder, is redemption

Release me, to mercy

The bastards come home, with the sunrise

Filth and survival, desperate hours

Not the burning eyes of the forgotten

From failure to perdition

Man’s betrayal is our trust

And so now the fate is sealed of a planet that loathes

And burns, and spreads its’ disease

Given up without ability to forgive

Infecting the world, its womb, and its consciousness

Inner and outer conflicts have grown, mental, global, crumbling and too far gone