The pen is mightier than the sword Yet we burnt the paper that we needed The flames alluring... high on destruction Writings and teachings turned to ashes
Ironic, foolish Left to write with only a blade Etchings were created
Carved for aeons within man Amazed by its elegance It easily seduced us To submission
In our beds we had our throats slit A collective massacre of will and reason
Outsmarted by the stupid The enlightened blinded by light Were part of the cult Forever lambs to the slaughter Elements of old remain But polluted by the new Continuing to taint the truth
The few who strive are scorned The scorned who believe are condemned An appalling state of man
