Musings of a Madman

Man On The Silver Mountain

In the days long gone, when Lord Fate was young,
He smiled upon men, now their praises are sung,
Warriors, Kings, the drivers of the days of old,
Their victories won them laurels, their praises sung in lore.

Now our world dies, odds of survival no more nice,
The planet bleeds, sand and water, replace grass and ice,
Our great civilization dead, our species breathes their last,
Death looks upon us, while we tearfully dream of the past.

However, as fate dies he smiles once again,
Upon a man who will soon be proclaimed, a king over men,
Taken by death, but with Lady Luck at his side,
He got out of the abyss, and his soul never did fly

Man on the silver mount, proclaimed shall he be,
The saviour of our people, the wise King will be he,
Death shall never touch him, until his kingdom shall be proclaimed,
With burns covering his body, the masked man will reign.

No one will ever know, the crimes he had done,
The people he murdered, a former man on the run,
Before he survived an explosion, a cutthroat was he,
A vagabond, a crook, he thought he would always be,

The mob offered him a way, a way to big bucks,
90 pounds of the finest coke, loaded on a Chevy truck,
A tipoff, a cop chase, near fatal accident, and a fire,
20 years without parole, and a scarred face, he would never be admired,

Until the war of the red and the black,
World order collapsed, once a strong civilization lacked,
Strong leaders, with charisma, to bring them up again,
Death for our race was in the air, with the eternal rain,

But lo, here came a man, redeemed was he,
With a band of similar prisoners, united, shall we be,
Covering his face with a cloth, he discriminated against none,
Equality established, racism? There was none.

His armies united the fallen, some weak, some wise,
All looked up to him, like a Savior who came from the skies,
Uniting our world, once again,
He was proclaimed, the Savior of all men.

Death did take away, again, when he was 50 and 2,
Before he died, he asked his followers, not to keep the blues,
But to keep him in memory, and move on, and stay strong,
Building the base of our great civilization, he was the leader, we needed all along.