The Writings

Ashes to Earth (1st Quarter 98)

 

The ashes of the world,
They fall around me.
Yet ignored are they,
The mistakes of our past.
Trod upon with the feet,
The ones that walk blindly.
Blind leading the blind leading the blind into darkness.
The cycle of distruction,
Reparting infini.
Till the dawn of hope,
Till we take back our freedom.
The freedom which is now but an illusion.
Tomorrow yet tomorrow,
In time will be seen.
If there is hope then let it be in the ashes of the world.
I say, "Let them fall."