Is this life or just a memory?
Take it away with my family.
Bounded by chains,
Always fed lies,
I'm slowly going insane
Trying to keep my disguise.
I run into the endless night
I run until I'm out of sight
Far away where I can hide.
Is this death or just a dream?
These dire visions, what do they mean?
Shall I accept the demons as well
As I watch them dance behind the gates of hell?
Darkness surrounds me
The light has escaped.
I enter my journey and accept my fate.
A realm of darkness
A realm of light
A realm of death
Sweet delight.
Miles and miles of savage creatures
We call our brothers and sisters
Bounded together by blood as thin as thread.
Sinister.
Years and years of heinous acts
White is black
Black is white
The clouds of fear control the night.
Children exile themselves
Fleeing from the path the chosen one has set for them,
Riding Death's golden legion into the night
Creeping towards Satan's Corner
Seeking freedom.
And there it stood constituting itself in the morning sky,
The Sun.
It shines it's bright light upon us and
Prepares for the day to come.
Rise from your slumber my children
Call upon your kin.
Derive your pleasures from the garden across the lake
Forsake your troubles and mistakes.
Now it's noon.
The time for reform is soon
The quiet streets shall ascend once more to
Test the boundaries: Rich and Poor.
The severed system controls us all
Like the clouds of the sky
They're up too high. Untouchable.
We waste away the perfect days
Living on our knees just like slaves,
Blinded and amused by television murder
Too consumed to see the chaos and disorder.
We indulge ourselves with food thats fast
Faces stuffed, unaware of what's passed.
The clouds are moving to and fro
They're unsure of where to go.
Night rolls in and covers us all
Close your eyes my children, time for sleep,
Rendered unconscious you're in too deep.
The American Dream is a childish thought
(But don't tell that to the men who've fought).
Welcome to the American Nightmare:
LAND OF GREED
HOME OF THE SLAVES
Living in a land where we all misbehave
And I have felt the cool mist of an unearthly presence
Reach out to me and lend a kiss.
The sharp cry of the Reaper's crow
Signals the end, my time to go.
Flowing downstream I see my life pass by.
I see dreams come true and I see dreams shatter
But none of them are more divine
Than the dreams that continue to grow inside,
None but one truly matter.
There's a meadow of madness where creatures run amongst themselves
Killing their own.
Children naked,
Blood oozing from the stems of life and
Families are torn in the strife.
Hidden deep in the meadow are the Gates of Exile...
Upon entrance I see birds at rest
Laying in their woven nests
With folded wings and hidden necks.
Night sets in as the air turns cold
The dusk sky cloaked in Peruvian Gold.
Stars (the seeds of an Elysian garden)
Oh! How their beauty fills the night;
Heavenly diamonds blessing the blind with sight
Scattered across the morbid sky.
Rivers flowing with insurmountable power
Roses growing amid other flowers
And the strange presence lingers beside me
Softly whispering; pursuing sullen and forgotten souls.
Paralyzed and panic struck, ghouls claim our souls.
Heinous acts (pure obscenities)
Caused by fools emulating God's divinity.
Escape the hate, greed and social distress
Enter "Death"
THE PATH OF PROVIDENCE
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