Icey Stares

Icey sparks on the pavement flashing from frozen, vacant stares of soul-less mechanical caricatures rendered mindless and numb...

By the Hands of Slaves...

Who am I to ask the reason why?...but I ask it just the same.

In the end it is only we to blame.

Slaves have built the empires...we've created our own prisons.

The shackles that bind us were forged with our own hands.

Why?

The majority of men are enslaved by our own stomachs

we stretch out our hands to recieve the burnt bread and bitter wine of our captors...

we bow our heads reverantly...humbly taking our sacrements...the payment for our alleigience.

Why?

If the empire will fall it must be by our own hands

We can either accept our fate or exchange our lives for the hope that our children will be free.

We choose to live with a yoke on our back or die with a sword in our hands.

Round and Round...

As the world spins round and round...

The subjects of the kingdoms toil beneathe the wrath of the sons of ancient patriarchs...

heirs of thrones consumed by the zeal of their fathers house.

As the world spins round and round...

The Warriors Unite...

led by the Rebel Sons of Pardition...

 those first-born sons of the Earth who were robbed of their blessing, castrated, bastardized and exiled.

The Slaves Revolt...

fighting against the oppression of tyrantts bent on the conquest of the very substance and essence of Nature and the Human Spirit...

As the world spins round and round...

The Empire Falls...

but soon another temple will be erected from the ruins of the old...

and once again the earth will be soaked with the blood of brothers slaying brothers.

The generations will forever be haunted by the blood of the martyrs crying from the ground.

As the world spins round and round.

Dualities of One

Death.

Life.

Beginning.

End.

The empire crumbles to be rebuilt again.

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

Treasures destroyed by moths and rust

Good.

Evil.

Darkness.

Light.

The void and the substance

the wrong and the right

Reflections.

Shadows.

Laughter.

Tears.

The pains and the joys

 the love and the fears.

Shadows.

Illusions.

Bodies.

Souls.

The times and the places

the fire and the coals.

Destruction.

Creation.

The Light of the Sun.

Someday we'll all Return to the One.