New Anthem

Oh, can you smell the air of our fate and carry on in this realm filled with hate? I can hear the carrion crow as he caws at the first sight of the sunlit globe. I hear the diesel engine roar across the great land of the green and the blue. Land that once belonged to my people and sold for a bead. In the time of wasting blood for soil.

Now we grieve this grave deed and must carry on, so the mother may find the need to save what is left of our beautiful DREAM.........

For ours is not to wonder why. Just float along in this airy sky, filled with dark and with light, knowing we could never give up or fight. For flight was not part of the trade as we continue to break ground on this new age. It will happen as it is intended to be. And, so, while we kill those who we think are our foe, we will end up choosing only to let go.

And, wise you would be not to listen to me. For there is much unlearning to be had. How else can you be considered mad among this wasteland of DEAD? No dread for the weary, we have cut ourselves off. And, pretend to be cheery as we cut their heads off.

Now, to bed with you all and dream of a time where we all lived in peace. That will be the only remnant of this veil of deceased.