Captive Aura

Keepers of the glory, almost withered it is  
Time, salacious; we gather what we can  
To yearn, god-willing, is to decay  
We resolve; we adapt to the order of man  
The enemy  
The deceiver  
So lies unto our ears, we garner  
We trust them  
We commission the harm  
We urge them to pull the strings  
        Harder  
        Longer  
          Deeper  
We turn a blind eye to all that matters  
We climb their ladders as they set fire to the base  
Spacious anomaly, come near with me  
Fight fear with thee  
Kneel into the captive aura  
 
They speak venom there