Cynthesis
A Most Trivial Pursuit
Time, it brings us downIt hardens and it cracks usGravity weighs us downWe are slaves to the agesIt feasts on you and it feasts on meEach of us just a book of yellowing pagesAn apparition of what could be comes to him from the lineand hands to him a key of silver shineThe glow reflected on his face catches the eyesof the mindless multitudes marchingThey break rank and pursue the tribeThe gilded guild breaks the stillness and leaps into the fray The tribe runs for cover and are swept up in the meleeWave after wave, the natives who defied nation or nameLie down prone - Fear is shown - The passion of slavesThe time drips down - Death reaps with sickle and scytheas the tribe is led away tightly tiedHe falls to his knees and begins to pray and lets out a sighPlease Gods, please help meIf I imagine a place, so may it beNow I'm at the doorI feel as if I’ve been here beforeAngels sin for meIf beyond lies the answer, I hold the key
From Letras Mania