The Blood of Silent Many
Savage empires rested on the blood of silent many,
corrupted by their power and haunted by the memory
of those they crushed, but not enough
to erase the future of their wicked past.
Those memories still haunt us now.
Those empires of the intellect have been all but destroyed,
their achievements been derided and their monuments employed
building other structures, smaller wonders
that time will soon destroy.
We've forgotten the truth.
Twisted by dark memory we writhe with self-infliction
thinking simple thoughts within a world of weak affliction,
lost, adrift, our empires crumble and seeing only blood
we lose all that we gained and give away what we won.
DH ([email protected])
corrupted by their power and haunted by the memory
of those they crushed, but not enough
to erase the future of their wicked past.
Those memories still haunt us now.
Those empires of the intellect have been all but destroyed,
their achievements been derided and their monuments employed
building other structures, smaller wonders
that time will soon destroy.
We've forgotten the truth.
Twisted by dark memory we writhe with self-infliction
thinking simple thoughts within a world of weak affliction,
lost, adrift, our empires crumble and seeing only blood
we lose all that we gained and give away what we won.
DH ([email protected])