The pen is mightier than the sword
Yet we burnt the paper that we needed
The flames alluring... high on destruction

Writings and teachings turned to ashes

Ironic, foolish

Left to write with only a blade
Etchings were created


Carved for aeons within man
Amazed by its elegance
It easily seduced us

To submission

In our beds we had our throats slit

A collective massacre of will and reason

Outsmarted by the stupid

The enlightened blinded by light
Were part of the cult
Forever lambs to the slaughter

Elements of old remain
But polluted by the new
Continuing to taint the truth


The few who strive are scorned
The scorned who believe are condemned

An appalling state of man