A new empire has been born.
The blue skies have turned grey.
All of nature knows the scorn.
People have lost their way.
Soldiers march clad in metal.
The rivers now run dry.
Flowers with one petal.
No tears are left to cry.
Have pride in what we have built.
The day belongs to us
Always carry sword and hilt.
The empire's will is thus.
The empire is a machine.
A mockery of life.
Its movements are most pristine.
Cutting earth like a knife.
The will of humanity.
The struggle to survive.
This is what built our city.
It has kept us alive.
Yet somehow it's choking me
I'm crushed beneath the cogs.
Spilling toxins in the sea.
Devolving life to hogs.
To feel the air on my skin.
Cool water on my tongue.
To sense the light going in.
Every sound a song sung.
See the colors shining bright.
Let the wind guide your dance.
Open your arms to hug the night.
The earth will hold your stance.
Make no effort to possess.
Stop trying to take hold.
Do not let your mind obsess.
Or the warm becomes cold.
Everything falls into place.
But not when you use force.
Nothing is contained in space.
Nature directs the course.
