2021.02.20.
Expatriate
These are the final days of your pharisaic unconcernSo just stand back and witness the fall of modern Babylon
New empires rose from ashes and they will fall to dust
Just like these everlasting fortresses will burn
Believed to be untouchable, invulnerable
Not taken by an alien army
But eroded and weakened from within
By rotten dogma and indifference
Awake!
Now fools will be your leaders and these jesters are your only hope?
Drowning in decadence and degeneration
As inbred modes of thought will degrade all of your cultures
This elitism has lead you down the darkest path
Take up the baton, this is not the time for declining battles
Never stop disputing, never stop the struggle
This enemy is wide awake and willing to march way ahead of us
They all preach harmony, but they just promote surrender
And their poisoned peace will suffocate
As liars rise to speak, yes, we shall wander this world
As wolves among sheep
Yet, they shall not claim these words
They will not take this mind
And here I stand, I can do no other
I come into this unforgiving conflict
So deep within the darkest abyss
Excommunicated, expatriated, but still fighting
Amidst the heart of blackness
No longer am I misled by your deceitful hopes
Embracing the certitude of victory, the triumph of integrity
This is my strife, for all eternity
And like Moths to a flame
So you keep dancing around the fire
That burns this world
You stand laughing out loud
And yet deaf and blind
Before an incorruptible court
Which separates light from shadows
Existence from nonexistence
Your battered heart
Subjugated and deceived by false dreams
Delusion and unspeakable reason
Finally accuses you and your vain gods
There is no mild fog of forgiveness rising
No veils of silence falling over all the doubts, all the lies
Because your knowledge never prevailed over your actions
You have understood and seen
But never rebelled
Here you meet the truth, merciless
But also just and pure
A colder, clearer view into the silent depths of your being.
From this abyss, wide awake
The eyes of all your fears stare up at you
And thousand voices of your enemies preach a high truth
That never before pierced your conscience.
Your leader, your colors, all your beloved states
And everything that is holy to you
Are nothing but driftwood
In the perpetual tide of rise, domination, and fall