Rise (Apollyon I)

I've been washed away

By the waves of destiny

Into an ocean of my own design

Searching and seeking, hoping and praying

Sewing and reaping, wandering, straying

Why have these hands sought to destroy everything

When they should bring prosperity to the weak?

My lungs are heavy with demise as I climb

From the ashes, as a phoenix. I will rise

I will climb

I will rise

The rhetoric's been planted, the smallest seed

In hopes that these words will bloom like leaves

As blind as we are to the wind, what else can we not see?

Will tainted honey ever taste as sweet?

The question I've had, but lacked the courage to speak

Is it wrong to, just this once, dip our feet?

Why have these hands sought to destroy everything

When they should bring prosperity to the weak?

Innovation is necessary, the outcome is revolutionary

With rhetoric that's planted, whose roots run deep

My words now resound without deniability

As blind as we are to the wind, what else can we not see?

Will tainted honey ever taste as sweet?

The question I've had, but lacked the courage to speak

Is it wrong to, just this once, dip our feet?

The faces reply with sheepish confirmation

Eye-to-eye, we'll never meet. I stand above

Lift up your chalice, and drink the honey

Consume until you hear the tide in the glass

And watch the dealings of a prophet unfold

Like petals of violet, drenched in royalty

Innovation is necessary, the outcome is revolutionary