Caust of Millions - pt.1

Act I – ‘War!’

In black and white days,
We’re trapped in celebrated war.
It became a joyful division,
But no one knew what it was really for.
We bow to the man in the high castle,
As the noble wolf blew our houses down
Only evil triumphs, never the will;
Piece by piece taken by chained hounds

There is no use for a heaven,
If panic is playing their god;
Fear is what you can’t understand.
Fear is their way of conquer and command.
Trapped in Dante's inferno;
What deity are you to claim?
We aren't the ones you should blame.
We aren't your pawns in your game.

They speak in colloquial words;
with their arms stretched forward out.
Passing though the shadows in light,
They call; they shout
They hunt our souls without a bounty,
As we run from dusk to dawn.
Hidden and trapped beneath footsteps;
Hidden from the streets we once walked on.

They hear, not see;
They march in the night.
Striking terror in the fight;
Striking blood with their bite
They hunt and attack;
they capture without having to repent.
taking families, with more to cement;
taking dead souls, no time to lament.

Penitence should be no delusion.
This should be not the Final Solution.




Act II – ‘Capture’

More homes stacked from bones then brick,
Pieced together from blood and flesh;
Smiling so politely, the leaders at bay;
Running so nervously, the assailant’s runaways.

We ran
So we won't decay.
We tried,
Just to get away.
We were caught,
And viciously swayed.
We were weak
As we silently prayed,

"To the holy ghost, we call
In our awakening hour
Deliver us from evil.
Let not the world turn sour.
As our hopes sink in an endless night,
We pray to see our sun again
No blood shed for weak and weary
With our hearts, we pray, amen.”

We were taken
On a blood red sun,
We were fooled,
And betrayed by some.
We were certain,
A war had begun.
We fell into
The barrel of a gun.

Shot into spirals
In and out of collapsing spaces;
Squeezed and packed tight
To millions of frowning faces.

Our dishearten eyes looked up
At once was blue;
The sky that turned black,
The heavens became such a bitter view.
Snow fell down like confetti
While walking though the devil's parade.
No one could hear the sounds of pain.
No one could come in our need of aid.

Captured off a vicious attack;
When will our heroes ever come back?