I live between walls as thin as my skin
A battle rages beyond that none can win
In dreams the outcome becomes ever clearer
These walls will not hold as battle draws nearer
Where once our horns wailed like childless mothers
A cacophony of casuistry descends, intending to smother
An arrhythmic effluence of continual prevarication
Shaking home, homeland, and beloved to their foundations
Thus what draws near is not a tribe of liberation
But an all-consuming adversary of our beloved kins’ creation
Inscribed, sealed with Deaths untold unfolding
Its first victim is Truth, bled dry, crumbled away by withholding
Undead and hungry for resurrection it becomes a devourer
Unsated by ended Lives, by Lies empowered
Men gladly serve their clay creation as their truest master
Molding another from dust and bone plaster
With the wax from extinguished flames of peaceful idle
Burned away by investing iron in the child
Every once-planted tree cut, split to fire the forge
Each generation laid to waste in a gorge
From generation to generation we never arrived
Now it’s our creations we must survive
