The calls came from the sea
That they would raze all we built
As my world burned,
I wished for nothing but
to burn alongside
that which I held dear
Now I am the last
of an indulgence we revered.
A trickle in the bloodstream,
The song of devastation.
Echoes of empires of echoes and death
Empires of indifference.
Teasing shadows loom beyond the stale life.
Now we’re not minds,
but threads to be woven.
And the weave
is prone to fallacy,
Disjointed memory.
Of a place I revered,
but
was I
sincere
in my adoration?
And should reason still sleep after our city’s death
I will live
past hopes and regret,
Rebuild the places by the sea.
Reclaim what lies beyond bloody destiny.
In a world that won’t let me,
I will dream.
More fiercely than I could
in a world that met ash,
I will dream.
Let the walls fall
The testaments to cowardice
Let the walls fall
To recompense
the needs that died
Let the walls fall
So our city may stretch towards infinity
Let the walls fall
Once more unto the breach, dear friends...
So our dreams may never fall to them,
die as make belief.
In a world of failing possibility,
I will tread no path deemed possible.
So our dreams may never die...