Doomed before it began
lights fade through the glass
hung hollow seems the flash
bang the morrow of our souls
Not in our hindsight
not for us to know
wide awake
the sun hangs low
moon shine beams
the slaves are free
Caught in this wreckless game
spun by the webs of hatred
desperate to free these ghosts
we cry aloud to no applause
Regressed patience
condoning the action
force the tidal switch
cast the first stone
alive in our own fire
stars shine under our world