In his bombastic and idealistic guild
There fumed a peculiar man on the fringe who willed
His resources heavily on full stop ends of destruction,
Thus ends the introduction: "It's easier to destroy than to build."
All he had to do
Was look and see flaws
In which he could pierce his claws
As he set the men against each other
Unveiling their different wants and objectives
And thus the strong rope that once bonded began to tatter
And the spirit of brotherhood didn't dance but sat there
It sat. It withered. It died.
Though the men still flew high
Their banner, the thing which lied
As everything was okay, wasn't it? It always was.
But divisions struck deep while contempt grew high
Became blurred the lines between a friend and an enemy
Impetuously words were thrown as boiled dangerous suspicion
The pot began to ring—louder, LOUDER
BOOM
What once was contained
Now removed
Prostrated on the floor
No more
It's this the same—this thing
Between men and within individuals
You set part against the other
And the system grows sour
All hypocrites, all liars,
All demons or self-righteous friars
Why were they together, anyway?
Who were we? Who am I?
Were we not united in arbitrary revelry?
Conditioned and conditioned only
To these meaningless ceremonies?
Alas, all that blew!
Apart, I suppose, they're free
There's that to see
But aren't they all lost?
Yet they weren't really together
Their fraternity was nothing
If a mere common man can come
Say it all unreal
And prove himself right
That night
The darkness of that period
Brought me insight
'Tis harder to construct than on fire to light
