February 18, 2007

The Arcane Shape

Filed under: Skrivande

The Arcane Shape

Beckoning silently, I dear
In the outmost private space
A product for the victorious masses
The grudge it grows but will it bear?

But knowing this
An open mind speaks of no fear
The most honorable cause will justify the means
Hidden underneath it all
The shadows of the fall

Redeem this but learn
The burden will take its toll and cause your fall
The failures, the stains
The remnants are all a part of the game

Turn it off , the prejudice disconnects
Are you safe and sound?
Burn it long before it disaffects you
Every impulse that drives you gone wrong

The stealth of my highest hope
To stand glorious in a weary age
But in ruins I lay thee down
There’s nothing here to overcome

Still clinging onto claims, I hear
Forged in ground your statements are
The race is on so let loose the creature
The animal instinct that you hold dear
Every mean of survival
Now purge the soil
It’s denial of my nature

 

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