My honest stroke falls upon primitive wood
Reigns have changed as the axeman had stood
Battles were waged from fortress's of stone
My candle as companionship while I sit alone
Knights in armor survived by mighty sword
A quest for supremacy for their mighty Lord
Anxiously;I pace about on my creaking floor
Many screams of death pass beneath my door
Flesh has so little value as said by a jest
Fell by minds of tyranny boldly to confess
The roar of the trumpets;let the games begin
Merely entertainment,there's no wage of sin
A gleeful crowd roared as blood freely shed
No tally required for the insignificant dead
Shadowed by my sorrow my tears mixed in ink
Poisoned hearts jubilant w/a chaliced drink
Thy heart has grown so weary from their lies
Even a strength of mortar carries their cries
Within a dreadful kingdom lies so little hope
Merely a servant of words by a hangman's rope
My dawn of change it lies best within my head
By slip of tongue;I would accompany their dead
A trifle bit frightened of their gallows bay
No utterance of words though my heart did pray
A chant of cowardice within some ruthless game
Saving of innocent life doesn't harbor shame
Profound arrogance sitting upon a gilded throne
As lions feed greedily on muscle,sinew & bones
Here lies my Testament hidden beneath the floor
Death has arrived as they batter down my door;(
My hopes of a civil society beyond power & lust
1 day perhaps righteous laws that man will trust

Written by Cybear 11/19/07

Steven...


VERY deep...

((( Steven ))))))