Kenopsia

Tolerance - the virtue of lies Exodus had warned us. Attila proved it right The eternal city fell before and it will fall again History repeats itself; we all suffer in the end Took possession of the land Lived in homes that we had built Ate the fruits that we had plant Mothers and children - raped and killed The fathers were filled with apathy And there's no one left to save We suffered for the enemy And we sent our infants to their grave Debauchery - the hope of failures Burgeoning depravity, just as sophisticated as it was vile The mad men who rule sent the sane in exile I feel it growing within, trapped within my lungs Dormant for decades, to reclaim what was lost They are only the axe in the hand of the wielder And an axe is not accustomed to thoughts