[ Sandcastles ]

I got caught up into social degradation
And now I’m trying to be renewed
Got trapped within a mob of fear and hatred
A society that’s all subdued
Those who twist and writhe in self-affliction
Blaming the world for what they lose
I got caught up in the lies of patrons
But now I see them all as fools

You can march and drum and beat your phantoms
You can wage a war against the weak
You can build an army, never question
Why your paradise seems so bleak
Heed the words of your professing prophets
Believing everything they speak
You can dig a hole to make your coffin
Then crawl within and fall asleep

Open my mouth to curse your systems
Institutions and religious deeds
Cast your hope within the source of violence
And then wonder why your nation bleeds
As I’m walking through these desert lesions
The ground is cracked and void of seeds
I see eternities of ash and bloodshed
In attempt to fill your lust and greed

Still you’re calling all to call you master
Still you rule in vengeance, caught in rage
Still you’re trying to avenge disaster
As religion keeps you in this cage
You can’t quite distinguish fact from fiction
You can’t seem to step off from the stage
You can’t quite reflect the life you’re longing
Refusing now, to turn the page

Now you’re stuck within an endless rhythm
Of a static nature long decayed
In a world that leaves all life disheveled
From a Word that leaves you all afraid
It was Love that came and conquered nations
Not through a war or bodies slain
Yet it came in form and shape and kindness
A compassion sacrificed to claim

Now you strive in terror, torn asunder
As you watch the end, not faraway
Feel the grasp of your control is slipping
While your paranoia shifts and weighs
You are trying to contain a measure
If, but anything, yet to convey
You can’t bare the fact of being master
Then to have it all just stripped away

You made a graveyard, what was meant for beauty
Fashioned chains and tragedy
Built a prison for the life of freedom
And let it waste within your vanity
And all the while you had watched them suffer
With no concern nor empathy
Now all your sins, like sands, too much to number
Have you fearful you’ve no amnesty

Now the tide is rising, washing over
All your sandcastles within its course
While you try to reign and raise an army
A pathetic act to show of force
There’s a nature, you can’t stand against it
For you know that it shows no remorse
And the landslide, soon to greet your envy
With the aftermath of calming shore

© GaratheDen
© HeartOfBabel