Divided we surrender all of our freedom.
We stand and fight among our selves.
From this chaos; a breeding ground of new ideas,
You will fight for what you know to be right.
In the tower, manipulating all your fears.
You try to live at the mercy of this plight.
We are the mindless horde,
Contending for control,
Hopelessly influenced
By two sides of the same coin.
Amassed in fear,
Stand shaking
Make the wrong decision.
Vitriolic manifestation
Virulent words,
The Black Mantra's curse slowly working;
The end of peace and
Man as a kind.
So we fall into ourselves,
Manifesting as a fucking virus.
We kill and take to carry on living.
This perfect life cannot be forgiven.
A sacrifice
To the gods
A ritual
To keep control
Force fed your own beating heart,
Blood drained out.
A sacrifice to commend
The god's art.