Final Breath of Hate’s Decline (Anubis Suite)

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Reflected in the tides of time
(Reflected in the tides of time)
.
Are yesterdays we hide behind
(Yesterdays we hide behind)
.
Bid incline to trail away
(Bid incline to trail away)
.
Waste away to steep decline
(Waste away to steep decline)
.
Waking life denies plain sailing
(Waking life denies plain sailing)
.
All the while the light is fading
(All the while the light is fading)
.
Making light of last crusade
(Making light of last crusade)
.
Remaining blind to inside trading
(Failing)
(Trailing)
.
Failing
.
Reflected in the tides of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Judgement calls are tools for fools to fall for false illusion
The cause affects effects of devils revelled in collusion
Where’s the sense in arming swords and marching forth relentlessly
When feelings tend to be misspent so senselessly
General consensus states that do or die would sooner die than do a single thing to tickle pink untutored eyes that blink
Each time rumours presume the tune of lies
Truth then outmanoeuvred by the tumours of the blind
.
Reflected in the sands of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Erected in the sands of time
Are castles in the sky
Standing upright thus denying waking life will pass us by
Given ample time to climb when unresigned to fate
Algorithms can collide when rebaptised of faith
Tidal waves are idle days away from right of way
When spinal veins are drained of vital fluids in polite disdain
Homicidal rage is all the rage for those with jaded psyches
Meanwhile at the rifle range
The snipers plan reprisal raids and tell delightful tales of more enlightened days to come
One more hit
Their race is run
Knuckles bare on naked guns
Soon to be renumerated
Rumoured only basic sums
Suddenly terrain becomes less stable than before
Points to prove yet not one clue what they seek compensation for
.
Reflected in the tides of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Power goes to heads when we play heroes of the hour
Goes straight out the window when the victim in us sours
Through the barricades we seldom get to smell the flowers
Overcome by gun metal and powder
.
How do we confess to be the best that we can be
When all we see is worst
And curse the rest to such possessed degree
Seem to be rehearsed in finding fault
Behind confining walls
Banking on combined assault
We call comrades to arms
Gather minions
Sway opinions
Make our way to grinding halt
Take our shots and not a play be charmed
Take our shots and not a play be charmed
.
Protected are the hands of time
With enterprise in gay decline
Creative minds remain disguised
When perched behind sedated eyes
Unused observation hives are devastated
Flayed alive
In no fit state to play for time
Wasted in abrasive eyes
Are destinies they left behind
Unaware of best design
With nothing left to testify
Than dispossess to stay alive
Bested in the game of life
The death of free expression
When final breath of hate’s decline
Leaves more adored impression
.
Final breath of hate’s decline
Leaves more adored impression
Final breath of hate’s decline
Leaves more adored impression
.
Reflected in the sands of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Remaining blind to inside trading
(Remaining blind to inside trading)
.
Reflected in the sands of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Reflected in the tides of time
Are yesterdays we hide behind
Bid incline to trail away
Waste away to steep decline
Waking life denies plain sailing
All the while the light is fading
Making light of last crusade
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Remaining blind to inside trading
Remaining blind to inside trading
.
Change it
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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