Future Toy

They don’t have enough life
But they never mind
As their hunger gets satisfied

The soldier never thought why he kills
Terrorists rebuild
Corpses left behind being shields

Faces full of trust
Cowering all over the place
Dust covers his face

Question without an answer exists
Only existence could reveal
Suicide of time will be seen

When meltdown enters poor lives
It shakes them but they survive
Only thing raging is science

Potential of the madman sways
He digs his grave early next day
Scars from past barred astray

Maybe I am right and truth you see
Maybe I am wrong and you retreat
Ghostword making universe limited

Slaves can’t enter the holy ground
Tread mighty heights to reach my lair
Out of control piercing blaze

Pray god to answer devil
A dying wish all you need
To remember what mortality feels

Hunt closer to the hills
Preview forgotten memories
Long awaited fate concealed

The ghostword is locked in the toolshed
It reveals the fundamental world
Very few can enter alert

The Lion and his minions secretly weep
Their cries loud reveal nothing
They show off while extending the ring

Forgotten memories, turning dreams
Enchanting with his toys from future
The time traveler loses his timing

Eternal trinity grips the greedy
March into the battle field naked
Righteous kill diffuse anarchy

Death finished living unlimited
Evil feeding till eternity
Hidden from scarred destiny

Faith arrives burdened
Your reflections beckon
Distribute old summons

The place that should not be
Impossible to create again
Path of the prophecies blackened

Astrologer to Arizel(from THE TOOLSHED)

 

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