# Age of glory #
As man uphold his monstrous wrath,
He treads the land in vicious path,
Beneath the soles his wondering nigh,
Embrace the last of multitudes die.
Corrupt themselves of pride and power,
They sow the breathes of those who hunger,
To steal to lust and even slander,
They worship Gods who live to murder.
Oh when will they awake from slumber,
That things eyes seen will fade forever,
The towering heights of mighty grandeur.
Will greatly thaw in small offender.
Will they learn to fraction their cherished treasures.
Or they be blind and keep their sacred measures.
To them the victor owns the golden footstool.
To roam with glee and obscure last goal.
Oh the unfortunate takes the minor crown.
The first takes the win while the second has the frown.
To the second is beheld the very first fail.
He achieves the win to all who's tail.
Seek ye thou the righteous way,
Take heed of warnings soils of clay,
Lest ye drown and all give way,
Towards ye aim and lose today.
The chasms of faith and heights of hope,
All give way to wisdom they spoke,
Thine fall is swift and the land is torment,
The ascension take waves and the trials a torrent.
Shift and sift till the last pebble on feet.
Non to surrender nor even retreat.
Despise the wicked and shun the dark,
The solitary key to righteous journey's embark.
Abomination to the cosmos the nature mourns.
The earthen tremble and bow in thorns.
The oppressed discerns their wickedness
The meager forbids the never ending distress.
The age of glory has come at hand,
A warning to all who walks the land,
Thy end is near and thy grave is shallow,
Beware of the ground that's soon to swallow.
