The Vacant Throne

Of gold and light, crystals and jewels The father's of christ, the king of fools Tarnished, it fades. Shimmer to black Gems lost their luster. Foundation cracked As nations crumble. God's turned away Death and destruction lie in his wake As always written, man destroys man. In the name of god. The divine plan So to what end do we persist? Extermination of the religious? The loss of life? Perhaps the answer. The path to peace. Rid of the cancer. Now that the light has left and metal's become stone Mankind shall hold the burden and assume the vacant throne Tormented populace begging for relief They must be washed of faith or suffer for their beliefs Mark of the coward. To abandon those - That had been faithful. Even in death throes. Passing for nothing. Entering the void Into the abyss. Hope is destroyed So we must ask, with nothing to blame - But yourself. Would the results be the same? Now that the light's left us all alone Mankind will hold. The vacant throne.