manunkind

 


the gods make false
promises

the oracles have gone
blind

the churches are drive
through windows of
salvation

and man is stuck somewhere
between fate and
possibilities

the empty sound the
world makes is the
struggling of
souls to
exist

and the echoes of those
spirits are carved into
the rocks of want,
ignorance and
apathy

the earth turns it's head
away

the skies excite with lunatic
fury

the oceans are
bitter

wars come and go
like dirty snow
in the early
spring

our cries for peace are
siren and come from
fables and flower
headed children
philosopher's

still...

generation
follows
murderous
generation

we fail to
see

fail to hear

fail to understand

that the universe
bows it's knee
to no man's
will