Progeny of Dissimulation

The spawn of a species gone foul. It wanders, it follows the sounds The screams of the ones that survived When the soil is torn from under the feet, where words are reduced to lines Followers cull those who fall beneath them With all those who would defy. This agenda cannot rule all This is not the end. This is no beginning. This is the centre of calamity Ignite the flames, they must remain. The ash will blow away in the wind Bridges collapsed, towers destroyed There's no distinction between war and peace Why is it that in the pursuit of profit, wholesale slaughter is the common theme? Civilisation as they have willed it to be is as barbaric as it's ever fucking been An extinction event of monstrous immensity Outweighing anything this world has ever seen The omnicidal maniacs in control are just steering us closer Hurtling faster and faster towards our death Still we put our faith in decisions made by those who would ensure our defeat Dark days descend on our people, we are the ones who will feel the pain Of all their fucking mistakes Oblivious to it all, pointing the finger of blame At the weak and the disabled, the meek and the impoverished We call this thing society and defend it at all costs A frightful delineation of life and the value we allow it to hold I dream of cleaving the chains of this disease To see a day when the air is safe to breathe Dredging through the broken shards of what could have been The solution is there, if you could only try and see It's never lost til we stop looking, and even if it's just me I will not retreat I will find my peace