Horde in Devolution

Confined within an archaic shell

One not offering protection

It is the epitome of imprisonment

No heed taken to the ever-cracking facade

Slowly collapsing

Unable, or unwilling to seize the truth

Apathy the only foe

Blinded by antiquated ideals

Relics of a naive age

Lured by self-created prophecies

Feeble addicts to the euphoria of self-importance

Revelling in myopic fantasies

Righteous, yet without a throne

Deaf to the inherent calling

An ignored motivation not acted upon

Primitive minds will forever be

Distracted by primitive needs

Eternally the walking dormant

Symbols of the devolution process

Lured by self-created prophecies

Feeble addicts to the euphoria

Transcendence for the taking

The implements of change await those who look

Yet no hand will rise for the grail

The worn path will continue

To be trodden by the week generic horde

A procession of the lost, blind and frail

Becoming the pallbearers of their own condemned future