When broken bones and bloody eyes turn to scars,
Trembling lips and withering smiles curse the stars.
Our hands do the dirty work of evolutions eternal war,
We break them down rending and tossing their mask afar.
They’ll curse and weep beneath our steady hands.
As enemies, in splintered unity they’ll try to stand.
But soon they’ll see why we tear and rip at their hope,
For soon amidst the shadows and inky darkness they’ll grope.
From their singed corpse we’ll smite the false truths and lies,
So from their ashes they can be reborn and within new fire, rise.
Through scars of a bloody past they view the world
Through wounds inflicted by ancient children they live.
Breathing hatred, breathing agony, Bleeding despair
No hope just anger
No love only revenge.
Their true enemy is their memory,
The memory that battles progress.
They can’t escape the paradigm,
they seek transgressions
they hate what they find.
It is their addiction.
Blind to their sins they preach broken truths,
justice born from death is what they seek.
That corrupted spawn they worship,
scion of hate and deception.
For this they live.
For this they die.
By paradigms sin.
My mother maybe black and my father yellow.
My eyes brown and skin tan.
My hair black and teeth white
But grey is my mind.
Does it matter the color of my minds matter
That grey glob that sits secure
Shielded from ignorance forged in piano keys
tempered in crimson and gold.
Ignorance and hate are glass and crystal
Amplifying the fears of our ruby hearts.
Lime and coal mark our souls
We had no choice.
Stuck in the past they die at last.
Leaving their Cooked forge behind.
Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry
The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief
The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody
The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee
The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy
The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear
Inspiration has its age
The quietus has its reign
It all started on an empty page
As I lay within my silent cocoon my wounds slowly heal
The memories of the past flutter between fake and real;
And like every other shattered soul broken after war
Even after this metamorphoses my heart will have a scar;
But while inside the sea of hope and despair
I hear the voices of my dreams whisper in my ear;
Dismay is not your purpose and pain is not your throne
Know that your past has passed and nothing is set in stone
Blood sweat and pain dragged us into this world,
Hope, fear, love and hate fight for our souls,
Defenseless into the savage fray we are hurled,
We are taught to bend our knees before the bold.
We are denied the sacred seal of our birthright,
Usurped from seat of our forefathers legacy,
Trained to hold our tongues and hide our might,
Raised in a world where it’s wrong to be free.
Soon we will remember our purpose.
The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,
These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.
The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,
The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.
A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,
And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.
My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,
But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.
So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,
It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.
Pulled and pushed, my soul is scarred
Duty and growth my path is marred
Decisions made muddle my sight
Family or self what is my fight?
Teach and learn or lie alone
Respect your blood, love your bones
The angles of life point to light
The links of family grant us might
The compass spins never to rest
The hands of fate demand your best
Eyes locked shut and chained in shadow never to be released
Ninety days of savage wars reigned with no signs of peace
On broken knees and shredded hands the weary find shelter
With virtues and strength they finally break their fetters
Ninety years of peace and knowledge finally finds the key
And with blinding light from above their ancient eyes are free.
Pillars of ivory born from the womb of the earth
Rivers of ruby embracing the curves of the land
The blessed cry of eternity in its moment of birth
Valleys of toil etched into eternities calloused hand
From out of the muddy darkness rises infinity
Unrivaled strength drips from its scarred hide
Within its hands dwell rage and holy serenity
Reality trembles before its untamed pride