Dark Pages From Darker Ages

Pain, purgatory, penance, for a pension To ease the worry and strife of those Plagued by many a transgression Both your allies and your foes Plagued by the convention of peace Torn to threads by the remnants of war Eras of bloodlines to arise and then cease As the prophets proclaim of the forbidden whore Lust swallows and consumes the masses Sexuality and sensuality become blind attachments As the pleasure rises, life begins to burn to ashes Leaving nothing but ripped flesh and broken fragments Greed consumes not the flesh, but the heart Both in the soul of man, as seas of blood part The taste of money tinged with a metallic tart As the coldness of it buries life before it can start Sloth paints a picture of peace and slumber As the winds of the night carry your soul away But when one stays forever, they become a number One of many, who’s lack of action has a price to pay Wrath that tears apart families and societies Is often acc

The clash of bitter rivals, both guns blaring With misty eyes, confronting each other staring Into the bleak mist, gazing at the past they left behind As they made mistakes too numerous to take in kind They were once partners, lovers even As they partook of the fruit of Eden Their world crumbled around them As the Father could do nothing but condemn The actions of the many influence the few As the bullets could never seem to stay true True to course, true to one another, true Until both of them were truly through Through with the world they left to die The many depraved with no tears left to cry As the destruction of their home leaves them empty Making the conflict of the partners seem petty In tandem, they confront one another Reaching across the aisle, from sister to brother Their conflict had been left behind in a bloody mesh The conflict being fueled by more than mere flesh The two once-lovers warred for years As the many wer