Fragments of Prose

[sathor]

Beyond the broken halls of valorous men,
Lies the last guardian of the end,
He mourns the loss of honor in the world,
And brings upon an armageddon swirl.

The world is breaking says the soothsayer,
The end is near speak the visions in my mind,
Hope is the last thing left to care,
The strand of something that will bind.

Armed with words and propaganda are the enemy,
With armies of the brainwashed at their backs,
Technological terrors that fight us for the keys,
To the last safe haven, our souls.

Reap destruction, reap your terror -
Rebel against the system, do not show care -
Live the way you wish, or be assimilated -
Show strength or be demolished -
You are but a pawn to them.

They'll take your heart and soul,
These thieves bent on power absolute,
Telling you freedom reigns -
But where is the freedom without choice?
The world has fallen to those fools.

Corode authority,
Destroy your leaders,
Bring them crying on their knees,
So that we may live another day - free

Laws are only useful when preventing pain -
Not when they prevent our right of choice -
Give us choice or you will see -
That our disobedience will set you free - in death

Eradicated in the darkness,
Fateless we are left to die,
Slaves to a new world order,
Slaves to laws we shouldn't abide,
But slaves we may not be, if we choose to strive -
To lift on wings and obliterate their ideas -
To destroy their thoughts of perfection without choice.
To bring about a world in which we have carved with freedom.

Hatred brings us strength
Hate of this common enemy,
Let them give us back our choice,
Or we will show them what is at the end.