Dear humanity in the present day,

Shadows fall like weapons
Cast aside after a war.
In the spreading darkness,
I exchange a prayer for revolution with myself.
In my deepest heart,
There is an evil flower,
Sprouted from the purest love.
The present is distorted in darkness
Changing dreams into twisted realities;
Why?
Am I a broken messiah?
Does Earth itself reject
My dreams of peace?

All I want is to bring forth an ending
That everyone can wish for;
Darkness fills our world now, but someday,
I will show you a new sky
Shining with light.
But why do you fear me?
Am I a broken messiah?

Face forward.
Look towards the future everyone has dreamed of,
Not back
Towards the fiery ruin on which it is built.
Judgment,
Prattling on about the generalization of crime,
Is a figure of destruction.
Can anyone break this cycle of corruption?
A world of acquittal,
Where prophets speak words of sanction,
Fills this land with crumbling edifices.
Compensating for vice with games of law,
A crimson-hued song of destruction
Is ripped from every throat.
How long has it been
Since we last laughed freely,
Trapped in a civilization half-made of noise?

Do you have that which was buried by society?
That light which darkness fears,
Yet holds so dear?
The earth is all astir
In a chain of destruction.
Fragments from the mirror of a twisted mind,
Saturated with copper-scented blood,
Cast forth warped illusions,
Utopian dreams,
But which one is verity?
We see
Yet do not act upon
The urgent murder of an innocent sinner—
Above us is the battleground
Of Truth’s dark interment.