Aphelon

The Curse of Soil and Blood

Aphelon


You would be of the parasite breed 
Who defile this earth 
Who crawl and wallow 
Impregnate your wombs with greed 
Text book herds 
To come to follow 

See you not the profound imbalance 
Uproot your trees 
To harvest the fruits 
You hold no hope 
Through my eyes 
I endeavour to exhume 
The withered hand 
Of justice 

And amidst the chaos 
Only the honourable of heart 
Step forward with grace 
To leave their mark 

It's a curse 
On the hearts of my kind 
Faith I have 
In the fall of the blind 

It seems we are 
The vultures of your pain 
A monolith drawn forth 
From the dark 
Synthesized believers 
Of demise 
Your overgrowth chokes the blooms 
With frightful accuracy 
And compliance 
A fight for stature 
Among the maimed 
The dwarfed acquire beauty 
To overcome their commonplace 
This is the cycle of your life 
Or have you established 
A piece of mind 
In order to survive