Nocturnal

Slaves to the False Sky
by Tim Rudge

Hell storm rages.
Resistance denies wages.
Tongues of fire slide over grey faces,
so drearily all march, unto their places.
A thundering crescendo, the madness and lies.
Now mindless masses, slaves of the false sky arise.

Knowing only blindness by light,
none dare challenge for, “We are Right”.
Might holds back the dread chaos,
so just is the order, “Obey us!
Give in, hold back, withstand.
Live, but not beyond bland”.

Mystery of ages unknown,
so sits a false god on the throne.
Dreams and hopes all denied,
while heroes of old do now hide.
Under deception, truth is reversed.
Day after day the lie is rehearsed.

By a thin blue veil truth hides its face.

‘Freedom’ the flag of an imprisoned race.
Fear is the weapon, “The light will save!”
Falsehood perpetuated unto the grave.

Seek ye the light, it is no sin,
but not without, only within.

Inheritance

Blessed are the roaches, for they shall inherit the earth.