Hallowed Ground

One day the ash will come down and settle on the hallowed ground.

And the worms that writhe below will make it their home.

If there is a heaven, if there is an abode, it doesn't exist in this reality.

The dead walk amongst the living; the living are no better than the dead.

People say that the sky is blue; I say it is somber and gray.

I see the worst in the best, and the worst I see so clear.

A smile is written on the faces of the wretched; this I fear.

Know more happiness, no more mirthful place that I know no more.

Sifting through the ashes of another fire that forever burns.

Like sheep, we have always followed a despot and without concern.

When will the heathens and all that is meek finally learn?

I say up until the very day the skies are aflame, and the ashes descend.

On that day, Mother Earth will grin; she is rid of our terrible sins.

A planet that has cried since the dawn of man will finally be in peace,

As she revels in her Hallowed Ground!