This world is sick,
Silently suffering the sadness it sows.
Wishing for peace, but violence grows.
Your leaders spew lies yet you yearn for truth,
But you all fall in line, not one asking for proof.

They know only the lies they tell themselves,
Fools teaching fools what they wrote in the books on their shelves.
They're deaf to the truths of reality.
They're blind to the ideas of possibility.

"Gather them up and bring them to me,
Place their heads upon sharpened trees.
Build pyres and tie up his children on top.
Stoke the fires until their screaming stops."

Of course you obey,
That's what people do.
Do what they say.
Don't question what's true.

So step into line and go play your part,
Pawns that they use, abuse, and discard.
Continue to blame what you don't understand,
And toil away for a place in their promised land.

Or open your eyes and set your heart free.
Look past what is and see what could be.
Reshape the world as something anew,
And stand with me in the garden we grew.

This world was formed with the powers of change,
A home made for us, despite the gods' rage.
When change broke free, had he made a mistake?
Or did he just leave a tool for his children to take?

A world of our own,
To bend and to mold,
To do what we will,
And not what we're told.

To bring about change,
And see what can be.
To break off our chains,
And finally be free.

Is this a world we share that is yours and mine?
Or are we worlds apart with you on yours and me on mine?

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Daedalan, in the year 898 AF.