Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
GLORY
Silence once golden torn form the south,
Testamental madness, a sham at its best.
The way of the old, brought back in contempt,
Never forgotten is this thing I protest.
Will it last forever, or will it be a day,
The blood of many cries out, this very day.
Oh only if there was some love, hidden in the wind,
I wispier for freedom softly, lest they take me away.
Crouching in honor, touching the earth,
This is my beginning, but where does it end.
They rise in their fury and speak of their lusts,
This thing they call power, how it doth corrupts.
Sadness and sorrow, they do not perceive,
Their glory is their madness, and murder their lust.
The truth is no more, and they worship the lie,
It profits their glory, and brings their enemies shame.
Not one is safe, when a lunatic cries out,
But only a lunatic knows who is sane.
Onward Christian soldier, go and find your man,
Beat him and flog him, until he meets his end.
The world is our cupcake, and we'll never know defeat.
But their cries are heard by madmen,
And their victory will never come.
For their arrogance will destroy them,
Before they load their guns.
If only I could tell them,
Of this thing that lives within,
The love and joy it offers,
For sharing and living as one.
But they will never see this thing,
Which drives them beyond reproach,
For they are truly madmen
And they say that I'm insane.