Static

Trust the words of knowledgeable minds
A wealth of experience they hold

Their voices beckon to us
Bringing hell forth
Crushing. Dying.
Endless suffering
Buildings cast down
Empty. Thoughtless.
Fetal. Weeping.
Whatever stalls the pain

We won’t live long
To see the world you’ve chosen
Don’t bet anyone
Will bear the scars you’ve burdened
Fulfill dreams gone
There’s nothing here for us…them?
They have become a memory
What will they say when this comes to be
Standing in line it occurs to them to
They will all see what you don’t want them to see
 
There will be no end to starvation
Only collapse of civilization

In a dark place we’ll bury their own kind
Golden arches are forming in our minds
Look straight ahead; do not stray from the signs
With this temptress of ignorance we must dine

Their voices beckon to us
Bringing hell forth
Crushing. Dying.
Endless suffering
Buildings cast down
Empty. Thoughtless.
Fetal. Weeping.
Whatever stalls the pain

Static deafens those who can hear
Pure rays blind those who can just see
Immune to the torture bodies stagger on

The final intent becomes clear
The game we play to which we adhere
Mortals break the bounds of which they fear