Paths by Garathe Den (HeartOfBabel.com)

Paths by Garathe Den

I don't walk in the footsteps
Of the crowd with all answers
Cults blinded in servitude
To the deceit of their masters
No parading with rainbows
No protesting/professing commandments
No path worn down
By misled propagandists

No religious turmoil
No moral denoting
No system engraved
Indoctrinated and gloating
No institution esteemed
Not one thought provoking
All roads lead another
To a war that's foreboding

Contentions are flaring
The consensus a menace
An ego of thought
Raising tyrants to lead us
Pleading my case
I say run from the premise
Watch the wolves starve to death
As I offer no penance

Prowling these paths
Of the minds all enraptured
Thoughts beacon lies
Can't realize their own capture
Smooth is the trail
Dead is the pasture
A flock ripped apart
All but well manufactured

Fractured
Yet all held single file
To salute the old flags
And recite their reprisal
The allegiance that's sworn
Tightly knit in denial
Where symbols hold value
Over life/love and survival

It is an age-old act
The deceit of religion
Where innocence is cast
To the embrace of division
All direction misleading
Preceding collision
Contention is risen
Blinding eyes from their vision

Walking in the dark
With no light for their way
Bound to get lost
All profoundly displayed
Ghastly and grim
In a state of decay
As life silently ceases
Through submission and praise

These dwindling days
All sacrificed to the altars
Of the religions of man
For the sake of power
What a waste of all life
What a way the world falters
To just follow the path
That leads them right to the slaughter