Apoptosis - Allegaeon

Mourning the loss

Of what we thought

We would become

As we were once

As history repeats itself

We find no solace, only hell on earth

To peer upon our actions and reactions as a whole

As though expecting these circular motions

To produce a new and different outcome

Is by definition, truly insanity

We must break away from comfort to be truly free

Moulting the spirit

Exposing new and open minds

To challenge everything

And abandon compromise

Ecdysis of the stagnant

Methods creating binding ties

Shedding the skin restricting

Progress in these turbid times

Never too late to embrace

Changes for good

To be what we want to see in the world

To leave our pride behind us

And advance

To sever ties with all that we detest

When we relieve ourselves

Of accountability to stand against

The actions of others, we create room for monsters

To relish in acceptance

And stand at odds against us

In a world without consequences

Will we provide disservice to ourselves

And be left completely defenseless?

Moulting the spirit

Exposing new and open minds

To challenge everything

And abandon compromise

Ecdysis of the stagnant

Methods creating binding ties

Shedding the skin restricting

Progress in these turbid times

Never too late to embrace

Changes for good

To be what we want to see in the world

To leave our pride behind us

And advance

To sever ties with all that we detest

Be not the weakness adhering to reason

Disproven time and time again

Be not the weakness adhering to reason

Disproven over and over

All these new instruments of terror

A plague induced complacency

In the frightened, blind, and without teeth

Amidst atrocities and horrors

Remain steadfast forever fighting back

Abandon faith and revery

For these things will not save you

In these divine and writhing strands

For these things will not save you

You must design with thine own hands

Mourning the thought

Of what we lost

We will live up

To what we become

Changes in our behavior

Age of darkness, erasure

And failure to stay above the rising flood

And breath in the air that stings our lungs

Weak and wailing

Beneath a failing

Infrastructure

Of stolen cultures

Hands are tracing

And misshaping

A future fading

Unless something is done

What will we become?