We've summoned up the suffering
|
Sufficient for eternity.
|
Never felt before on flesh,
|
Like lying in the serpent's rings.
|
Infest, corrode and conquer them,
|
The thoughts that breed benevolence.
|
Desensitize the warning nerves,
|
To numb self-preservation sense.
|
|
Expressions of their self-awareness,
|
Black holes spun to be the canvas
|
Absorb emotions' fiery colors,
|
Displayed for empty sockets' stares.
|
Devoid of common sense perception,
|
Oblivious to lost reflection.
|
No inward glance for absent vision.
|
The savage circle twists within.
|
|
It's a primal world's dying dance,
|
Celebrating martyrs of the mad.
|
A hollow core devoid of sustenance,
|
Paralysis so statuesque.
|
|
Condemned at birth to roles of war,
|
To run a self-destructive race.
|
Witness to the grave misfortune,
|
"destiny" our epitaph.
|
Struggle for a stronger handhold,
|
Iron grasps, unshifting stance.
|
Deny the mercy set aside.
|
Safe silence from the chamber's blast.
|
|
Brace your soul for the storm
|
Whipping 'round in the night.
|
Anchors tear from their bonds
|
In the dawn's burning light.
|
|
Winds of winter rush down,
|
Waters torn from the void.
|
In the face of the deep
|
Hear the dying cries"
|
|
One last look to the sky
|
As it falls overhead.
|
Sun and starlight obscured
|
As true nightfall descends.
|
Final words come in short
|
Calculated commands.
|
Not the cold grip of death,
|
But by our own hands.
|
|
Deception of the highest order,
|
Filtered down to those below.
|
Unsuspecting nameless faces
|
Cast as pawns, the dice are rolled.
|
Bittersweet the victory,
|
Achieved at costs too high to count.
|
We dig our graves and step inside,
|
The savage circle twisting on.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Savage Circle
|
| Under Eden |
