Violent Events

Streaks of lightning, thunder's blast.
The present built upon a past of war.
Mystic vision blurring in the ever burning sun.
Tears that blind the mind and soak the soul.
Pain released into infinity.
Storm clouds ever building on the seas.
Violent events that strip the blinders
from the tenderness of eyes.

Scent of blood released into the air.
Blow the rooftops off the ancient lairs.
Watch the monster rising ever higher in the sky.
Bathed in silver glints of gold that fly
beyond the bounds of atmosphere.
Listen for the whistling sound of doom.
No one sleeps in peace when war is nigh.

They're reaching for the earth again.
The myriad of souls that fled the awful
battles' din. Singling out the inner ear,
that all might finally hear the way they feel.
How few the minds that dare to open
to the sound of sorrow held aloft
upon their prayers.

Self-conceptions living on within projections.
Savagely magnificent, the costume ball went on.
Torque of gold on muscled arm.
Spears that shine within the sun.
Great precision gathered into force.
Mine or yours? For better or for worse?

Rank upon rank, the great armies were built.
Ore turned to steel, as the weapons revealed
another sultry sense of potency.
Believing in the mind without a heart.
It won't take long for strength to drown
within the great arenas where the sacrificed
are sent to be the show.

Advertised, around the world,
the hordes will wait and watch.
While computer games are played so well
they rip the world apart.
Reality is suffering the manmade rage
of ages past, as the choice is made again.

Burning acid, chemical exposure.
Genes evolving in a thwarted mixture.
Atomic blasts that rock the poles.
Saturated winds that must move on.
Earth struggling to live among
the toxic fumes they're giving
in return for all her nurturing.

Streaks of lightning, thunder's blast.
The present built upon a past of war.
Mystic vision blurring in the ever burning sun.
Tears that blind the mind and soak the soul.
Pain released into infinity.
Storm clouds ever building on the seas.
Blood that streams in rivers through the land.
Violent events that strip the blinders
from the tenderness of eyes.

And no one ever knew the reason why...

? Michaelette ?

3/26/2003
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