Foretold

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Seething souls sat for sentencing.
Few that remain wish to be remembering.
Sacrificed the honour to save a dream.
Was it worth that payment of nothing?
Blood on hands that cannot be wiped clean.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Fashioned and futile is our marching song.
Every action we take only leads us further to wrong.
Paralysed to the point of acceptance.
In swings the root of prejudice.
Crushing bodies and warping minds.
Fanaticism forever reborn.
Twisted signals devoid of reason.
Someone let me out before i can’t recite.

Withered.
Skies are wrought.
Justified.

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Possessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.