Fresh Chaos Greets the Dawn

What fearsome beast awakes again to stalk this harrowed earth? What thing beyond imagination, sloughing skin in timeless rebirth? The dread of the new day, the threat of the last, a fever dream breathing, the future aghast The living lament of power misspent on history's profoundly shameful regrets The brazen sycophants, the spineless drones emerge To sway in craven veneration, drawn to its pure vacuous dirge Somehow faith strains to nourish the garden that logic denies In fealty to the madness that consumes the world and never truly dies Against the wall, pushed to the ground, forced to a cell Into a crate, into the flames, cast down to hell A crumpled husk to feed the worms that feed the earth That never cared, that could not stop the thing it grew Tremble under the weight of the lurid contempt For imagined slights against petty tyrants and their tragic recompense Against the wall, pushed to the ground, forced to a cell Into a crate, into the flames, cast down to hell A crumpled husk to feed the worms that feed the earth That never cared, that could not stop the thing it grew Joyous in conflict Nourished by fear The beat of an ancient drum Legacies of human frailty Carrion tragedy Vultures of loss A swarm for the sadness Devours worlds in lucid horror March of oppression finds gleeful embrace Gluttonous masses Gorge themselves on every failure Drink the very marrow From their bones It comes again Fresh chaos greets the dawn You never see from where it comes A defeated sun groans to its post To weep away an endless day Against the wall, pushed to the ground, forced to a cell A crumpled husk to walk the earth That dares not stop the things it grew Mourn for the living It comes again