Have ye courage, o my brethren?
Hate signs are everywhere.
Some did not see it coming,
Others refused to see.
I can feel it in the tingle of the air,
In the heartbeat of the earth
And I can tell that the storm is
Coming all down on me.
Come redemption
As the litany of abandonment
Rings through ruined temples
As the darkest night of them all
Falls upon the scorched
Home shores
As the great fervour within
Is crawling in stasis and dirt
Earthbound,
Yet striving to walk upon the wind
Always downwards - and toward
The farthest sides of the north
There come
The agents of change,
Stiff and inert
Pillars of reason
And pillars of belief,
In the footsteps
Of their fathers' virtues
Always downwards - and toward
The farthest sides of the north
There is the nadir
There comes the storm