Hammer Purged By Rust (Part Two)

the railed fence broken, buildings stink with shock, the sky falls with shattered force. young boys with brass boners chase burning limbs, lips too numb to talk. in uniforms of pretense, that hide all remnants of fear. drilled to perform without conscious thoughts, their mothers prayers denied. to the kingdoms of the poor, unleashing the vultures of greed. striking dead any man who dares to stand, burying the children on trash covered streets. to banish thought, to blacken hope, to sever hands that join! walls built of bones, young mothers fight back with stones, the match of judgement struck. wave upon wave, led by dogs and owls, sacrificed in sacred mud! and the gods of eternity beat the drums of fate. the ghosts of compassion, just outside the doors of hate. truth hangs in the balance, the covers are removed. only the man who dares to be man will survive the coming flood! and hand in hand left naked will build a garden in the ruins. when light reveals the heart that feels, and the skulls rise and speak... children drenched in ash and oil, warm by fires that stroke the night. when nothing sleeps with nothing, and the skies weep with stars!