A misshapen time...
Growing thirst for power drinking captured lightning from the bottle,
Charging up their war-torn hills at a full throttle
Ringing revolution bells in the deception halls
Singing heartless anthems massed at the call,
Ship sails into windless doldrums of sadness
Some drowning in a sea of blackness,
Sacrificed by fire and scorching wind,
Factless state of righteous indignation
Only shadow views are given the appellation,
Their flow of confusing undercurrents of mind
A symptom of broader malaise' gripping rhymes
Using momentum to counter twisted word crimes,
All seven sages of Memphis would not have foreseen those headlines...