The pen is mightier than the sword

Yet we burnt the paper that we needed

The flames alluring... high on destruction

Writings and teachings turned to ashes



Ironic, foolish

Left to write with only a blade

Etchings were created



Carved for aeons within man

Amazed by its elegance

It easily seduced us

To submission



In our beds we had our throats slit

A collective massacre of will and reason



Outsmarted by the stupid

The enlightened blinded by light

Were part of the cult

Forever lambs to the slaughter

Elements of old remain

But polluted by the new

Continuing to taint the truth



The few who strive are scorned

The scorned who believe are condemned

An appalling state of man