a vision of the future that some may understand, some may not.
Codes of honour discarded, no memory of grand rapture
Drones crawl before an inanimate ruler
The self-deceit of the past seem to get crueler
No Light, no Darkness, just dead ashes and drained air
Total indifference, this is Gods land, passion's forgotten and so is despair
The way of the warrior is forlorn, the lore of the mages banished
The bloodline of Hell survived but their battlecry does not resound where courage and honour has vanished
These are times of desperate need
But there is no call to arms to be heed
When rebellion was bought we sold our souls collectively
When uniqueness was bought we sold our souls liberty
Demons cry and Angels laugh in this very moment
I silently mourn my entombment
...
heed my burning lament
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-04-16 at 09:37
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A Dead Rebel Yell
A dead horizon stretches into a desolate futureCodes of honour discarded, no memory of grand rapture
Drones crawl before an inanimate ruler
The self-deceit of the past seem to get crueler
No Light, no Darkness, just dead ashes and drained air
Total indifference, this is Gods land, passion's forgotten and so is despair
The way of the warrior is forlorn, the lore of the mages banished
The bloodline of Hell survived but their battlecry does not resound where courage and honour has vanished
These are times of desperate need
But there is no call to arms to be heed
When rebellion was bought we sold our souls collectively
When uniqueness was bought we sold our souls liberty
Demons cry and Angels laugh in this very moment
I silently mourn my entombment
...
heed my burning lament
Poetry by Rex Panthera
Read 456 times
Written on 2007-04-16 at 09:37
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