Inversion Unsung Hero
Unto us bleeds love from ordered chaos
Spectators zealously look as their hopes die
Upon a floor of despisement
Will flowers ever grow in these open wounds?
Or does the sorrow that binds us
Tie its knot too tight?
Grace now a relic that youth
Stare at through museum glass
Still they are ignorant of
Silent evisceration
Feral display prevails
Among this generation
Awakened torrents of rain
Swept mankind from the earth
Terror and fire will consume
Wretched jetsam of creation
Where did the heroes go, and who now stands?
Do all flee the rock in search of shifting sands?
Sands of time cease not for human whim
When our time is time we behold Him
Still they are ignorant of
Silent evisceration
Feral display prevails
Among this generation
Awakened torrents of rain
Swept mankind from the earth
Terror and fire will consume
Wretched jetsam of creation