The spine of power is broken
Hidden now our master’s court
Stepping to the mountain of the ancient
That they do obey the wicked soul

With fire and force and wonder delight
No mere shadow can hold in bliss
As the story of the story is a story
Of lies facing lies telling lies in hope

What shall be
Of the transformation of slaves?
When will all be made clear?
That many are not of many who are
And those who believe are not real?

Who shall reveal the revelation of scope
As those of not quiet rest do stand?
When is the hubris of men made low
That their neighbour has blood not alike
Nor their right of a world not their own?

Arise oh conquering light of the sky
That your palaces stand down below
Built in toil and trust of the factor inbred
Besides those of their father’s due spawn.

Embark great journey of kings
Harken all your abomination return
Make place of the place where you stood
Though the blood of all has been cleansed

Before cities and valleys and mountains
Before artworks and weapons and coy
Was the life of a life made to endure
Of the greatness of earth unbound
Of the will of the waters controlled

After stories of stories were told
After rules and laws of such made
Was the pathway of truth long forgotten
Of the father’s delight of their work
Of the children abandoned returned

Oh that they come is a fright
Behind skin and bones misdirected
Oh that they’re here is a powerful scale
Before leaders who lead never more.

Hear my fathers of flesh and blood
For I feel your presence draw near
The kingdom you make
Is a long lost dream of the past
Shattered by the stone upon your feet

Ryan o0o