Giants by Garathe Den (HeartOfBabel.com)

Giants by Garathe Den

I walk these streets
Surrounded by Goliaths
Flaunting and taunting
All haunted with violence
What is my purpose
When I refuse to compliance
For I won't be a slave
To the grave or the tyrant

I walk these streets
Shadows cast in superstition
Got a lamp to light my feet
From the footfalls of religion
I may be less discrete
As I repeat this one decision
But I will not conform to man
And his era of division

Every system and institution
Houses seeds of corruption
Congregations knowing nothing
Except the praise of destruction
And I have come to the crossroads
And now must choose my next junction
Do I remain within the system
Or do I seek its disruption

I seek its destruction
No part left to survival
No person regarded
In praise, but reviled
For the systems have wronged us
Always keep us on trial
Caught in fear and perdition
But I am ending this cycle

Forgive my lack of condolence
For my coming offenses
You cult of servitude
Absently void of all senses
No heart no compassion
Caught in a State of defenses
So closed off to the world
And blind through your lenses

Factions parading
Through these streets in protest
Religions in battle
To try to prove who knows best
More segregation
More forms of duress
Coercion and violence
And fraud and theft

Passing these giants
All huddled together
Gangs of belief
That believe they're a treasure
With nothing to offer
And nothing to measure
Except grunts and complaints
And the absence of pleasure

I've no regret
Stepping out on these streets
Outside of the boxes
Outside of deceits
While glances grotesque
Condemn and critique
And cringe at a man
Who just wants to have peace