Face It?

In all its beauty, and all its pain
Noah captured them,
A step at a time he took
And he caught one and one more,
In the flooding rain.

He walked past the Reaper
And he caught him.
He walked past the Twisted
Retracing, he caught them all.

He walked past the Mindless
And he caught her.
He walked past the Sins,
He wedded them,
And kept them for us.

He walked past the Angry,
And closed them in one room
He walked past us all
To be caught, flies to glue.

The Timid, the Wasted, and it all.

But when he crossed the Soul,
He waved and he walked past.

Now, here we are.

The Timid, The Wasted and it all.

In the arms of the angel,
They will carry you.
In the arms of this angel,
You will meet your end.

But fret not, little child,
Let the tears dry
And the hope awaken.
Fret not, little child,
She will carry you forward.

A Revolution, they say?
In the arms of another
We will suffer.
With the arms of others
We will penetrate.

This child, but, let it be gone
It's only cried to your sounds
Only laughed with all the smoke.
Carry it, my angel.
Another will come, to save us,
Someday.

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Inspired by: Turtle Can Fly

Rot and Clay

The air has a presence today.
It's just time in a vacuum.
World's we couldn't face.
Inhuman and stupid;
Under the spell of the Warlord.
Unable and unwilling,

Commander of the Third Reich in our head,
Was a march,
The Army of the Whispering Stars
Uncaring and unwilling.
Relentless and hopeless,
Unable to hide in their deaths
They marched.

The air has a presence today, they say.
It smells of rot and clay.
I wish the dead would hurry
Mixing astray, for lives would be easier.
Just if we'd sit and peacefully stare.

The world's stooping with the few behind,
The others just stand ahead and lead.
Commanders in their head.
Unable and careless,
They stand, they pretend.
They pretend to lead.

I said, the air has a presence today.
One could only hope for the future's best.
But today, today, it is lowly and smothered,
Like a child adorned on a mother's breast.

The air has a presence today.