The Losing Of Control

[Jing]

Lest we be dead,
If things stay the same,
Lest we be dead,
If we think it's a game,
Lest we be dead,
If nothing is changed,
Lest we be dead,
This old crier sang.

Things in this world,
Are not as they seem,
When old men are crying,
And fleeing the scene,
While young men lie bleeding,
With wounds on their chest,
And a small little girl,
Danced in her dress.

Things in this world,
Are not as they seem,
when policemen are dying,
And con men are fleeing,
While young men lie bleeding,
With holes in their vests,
And mothers dress lightly,
To show off their breast.

Thing in this world,
Are not as they appear,
Things in it now,
Are Illusions of fear,
Things how they were,
Were utterly quiet,
And the things yet to come,
Are all filled with riots

The peace that once was,
The serenity of calm,
Are things that are gone,
Now spoke of in song,
They rest not on this world,
Nor any other near,
But the peace of this lifetime,
Has all turned to fear.

 

[Heavenly Damnation]

Hey yeah this is actually cait on ash's account just wanted to say this is seriously like my all time fav poem ever. its jaw droppingly deep and i cant believe no one else has said anything. Just goes to show how dead the forum is.
I simply love this poem to death.