anti machine
24th August 2002, 17:15
THE DAWN OF DARKNESS
A docile breeze, sent from the stars
Traveling across the dry, desolate fields
Rustling the leaves of time
On the eve of desperation-
I stand alone.
Breathing in,
My nostrils burning with the scent of morning.
Dawn has broken.
I stretch out my hand,
Extending my soul to the heavens,
Try to reach a star
Just beyond my grasp.
A tear falls silently from my tired eye
Upon the dusty ground
On a dying land.
"Who are you?" I choke,
An exhausted frustration.
A star winks back at me,
Then dissapears with the rising of the sun.
In a futile gesture of impulsive angst, I scream.
My anger echoes throughout the Universe,
A message of rage coherant to every ear
As the breeze envelops my being, drying my tears.
Those whom my voice touches shiver in fear.
Others listen, heads raised, adhering to my call.
But He for whom my cry is intended...
Hears nothing.
He who formed the stars,
And molded evil in His hands...
Hears nothing.
For God is dead.
-Anti machine
A docile breeze, sent from the stars
Traveling across the dry, desolate fields
Rustling the leaves of time
On the eve of desperation-
I stand alone.
Breathing in,
My nostrils burning with the scent of morning.
Dawn has broken.
I stretch out my hand,
Extending my soul to the heavens,
Try to reach a star
Just beyond my grasp.
A tear falls silently from my tired eye
Upon the dusty ground
On a dying land.
"Who are you?" I choke,
An exhausted frustration.
A star winks back at me,
Then dissapears with the rising of the sun.
In a futile gesture of impulsive angst, I scream.
My anger echoes throughout the Universe,
A message of rage coherant to every ear
As the breeze envelops my being, drying my tears.
Those whom my voice touches shiver in fear.
Others listen, heads raised, adhering to my call.
But He for whom my cry is intended...
Hears nothing.
He who formed the stars,
And molded evil in His hands...
Hears nothing.
For God is dead.
-Anti machine