I know the feelings are quite cliche, but rather unfortunately true. These thoughts were inspired while doing Alternating Current, and listening to Draconian…figures.
The world, I see before my eyes,
Touching the skies in towering splendour,
I blinked, and it burned down before my eyes.
What cruel dream was this ?
Is all creation so weakly founded ?
I know the answer , but I choose
Like all my kin , to ignore it.
Secure in our vain might,
We have forgotten all
That our past taught us;
A world built on the debris
Of another extinguished world,
Cannot survive on the tortured land,
Till the land itself is purged,
Of the blood it has soaked;
Till the air is free,
Of the acrid sins;
Till the water flows again,
And washes the grief away.
I speak of taking action,
Though what I seek is forgiveness.
For I know not if it is
Not too late to undo our wrongs,
Hence I seek only forgiveness, not redemption.
