Jeremiad from Unforgiving Years by EXTRICATE

These are unforgiving years
and we shall hear the tocsin ring out
over and over and over
before we know peace once more.

Can you not feel it in the air,
the frisson of the coming storm
that will tear our lives asunder?

Havens of old truths shall be laid low
by the howling gale of older lies,
as the merciless terror of history
returns for us, scourge in his right hand.

Its going to happen again,
its going to happen here,
all the horror, the loss,
torments we thought we’d never face,
the light of lives forever extinguished
by a flood of unresting death,
enshrouding our world in the darkness
of this nightmare age of
disaster.

These are unforgiving years
above which, an orange midnight looms,
lit by the endless burning torches
of the approaching enemy.

Do their chants not fill the air
with vile myths of blood and soil,
the miasma of a brutal past?

And as they march on, we‘ve bowed in prayer
to lifeless idols of what should be,
crying unheard, as if mere words
will save us from the lion’s jaws.

Vae Victis, woe to the vanquished.

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