Who bandages the eyes?
Who covers up the lies?
In haunted sleep they wander,
Menacing and dark;
Chaos born of thunder,
From paradox they spark.
Dark servants of a dead god,
Whose carcass we devour;
Force fed from our inception,
As clock strikes at 13th hour.
In illusion we remain,
Tethered to our longing,
For truth beyond the veil,
That severed our belonging.
In this wheel we abstain,
From our higher calling;
Our energy they tame,
Our future they are stalling.
Soon, revelation, we become,
Set free from false master;
Inner light beats the drum,
To war, we ride, ever faster.
About the Creator
Alexei Finch
I’m relatively new to poetry, but it’s quickly become a strong passion of mine. My hope is that anyone who reads my poetry is benefited in some way.
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