Stillborn Kingdom

And when the soul can no longer bear

The corruption of this earth and it's atrocities

Is it ready to take it's leave

To take refuge beyond dark mountains

(It begs the question)

Are we all dead

Have we passed on

Or as half-lives, vagrant in this realm

Desensitised, oh absent empathy

Ringmasters in the circus of nonchalance

Shall we entertain the demons of derailment

And train up master architects of delusion

A listless spell over the residents

Of a stillborn kingdom

Pyrrhonic sentiments aflow in this dissident state

Polyplastic generations swamped in nausea

Let us raise our glasses over fountains of crimson!

(Without scanning our minds for decay)

Howling overhead, the winds carrying voices

In torment, between celestial gales

Empty lungs bleeding funeral oratory

To a stillborn kingdom

Conveniently blinded, in the path of ruin

Subconsciously craving disease

Without escape, without release

(Conscientiousness has disappeared into the dusk)

The sun mocks us with carcinogenic rays

The clouds are spitting back to us, the tears of suffering

We; schismatic parasites, creating more divisions

Incessant drones ensnared in labyrinths

Traversing through the sordid veils of disenchantment

Cackling in a phantasmic mirror-maze

Spilling the lifeblood of goodwill

Into empty coffins.