2009-05-26 - waitillthen
the time - it all went cyclical
and spiritual got physical
dividing lines got thicker till
discernment was not difficult
but some still lost their way
their lusts led them astray
societal decay
they sacrificed by day
all to no avail
their culture won't prevail
and victims they'd assail
came back to make them fail
in forms that were too great
for minds to contemplate
and so they bit the bait
deceived by their own fate
the rising and the falling
the voice of wisdom calling
drowned out by their installing
of temples trimmed with mauling
with blood upon their idols
enacted by recitals
which bound their priests with titles
and had them by their vitals
they're prey to their own visions
fell they to blur divisions
neglecting circumcisions
which cast them to derisions
what's left of their great halls
a city without walls
where hound and jackal calls
their fate comes on us all
unless we come as children
we'll drink the wrath that filled them
and fall upon what killed them
the empire of waitillthen
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