behemoth
Somber amidst the chaos, the veins pump the blood slowly, people gather in the streets, the veins bleed black liquid hate, people slowly cry themselves to sleep.
A family tree has fallen, the heart ceases to beat, the automatic footstep belief, hands swing indifferently, the machine replaced the forest, hands are a means to defeat.
The stars are twinkling, gathered in groups
Some are bright and dim, others are known to shoot
A moon glows in the shade of night
But all the stars can still be seen
Reflecting our dreams in their light
I wonder..
Is there hope? Can a wolf raise a sheep? A forlorn extinction, the sattire of a disappearing civilization.
I wonder.. maybe I think too much but maybe I don't think enough. I believe that cognition is the herd we've been killing off, diminished to dim wit and profane expression.
Cynical, probably.
A family tree has fallen, the heart ceases to beat, the automatic footstep belief, hands swing indifferently, the machine replaced the forest, hands are a means to defeat.
The stars are twinkling, gathered in groups
Some are bright and dim, others are known to shoot
A moon glows in the shade of night
But all the stars can still be seen
Reflecting our dreams in their light
I wonder..
Is there hope? Can a wolf raise a sheep? A forlorn extinction, the sattire of a disappearing civilization.
I wonder.. maybe I think too much but maybe I don't think enough. I believe that cognition is the herd we've been killing off, diminished to dim wit and profane expression.
Cynical, probably.