( • TH3 DARK S1D3 0F TH3 ST0RE • )

Every breath released

in the terrain of agony

Reveals another reason

To dig beneath the dirt

Ignoring the life seeded over it

And a brutal wind

Brushing your innocence away

Disorienting the gravity

Of the beliefs you knew

Turning into deception

And forcing you to fall

As those who survive

This merciless habitat

Enfolding the earth into your skin

We write lines of code

To forge lines of soldiers

For the power of a person

Is hidden under the control

Of those above them

But if society

Was without structure

Without a hierarchy

The world is within the palms

Of anyone brave enough to hold it

But the purpose of all this

Loses its meaning

When the fight to remove

A tyrant from their throne

Is only to be replaced

With another

For no one sits

With a crown

Resting on their head

Without the title of a tyrant

Marked in scars over their face

And the mind within

Had suffered the trenches of hell

Losing all the innocence they held

The pure morality they claimed

They would use to cleanse the world

Under their reign

All who hold

the name of royalty

Will fall to the guilt

Of who they once were

Their desire to lead

Scribbled under the wishes

Of those they sit above

And the knowledge

That their tears

Will cleanse the world

From the chorus

That sings their downfall

Knowing there is no innocence

Left to save

When children awake

To gray leaves

And the ember

Of fallen trees