And To Posterity A Plague

And to Posterity we sent a PlagueCreating destruction - Forging decayWho will ever grant us absolutionFor the crimes we daily commit?Who will wash free our handsFrom the blood that sticks with them?The faceless screams of miseryThe catalogue of painShould make the stones weepYou can't enlighten the mindWithout blackening your soulWe should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjustYet our wrath is chokedThis silence is falseThe silenced are falsed