And through the ages there's always been
A dark force living in the underlay as the
Worlds dark soul,
Great warriors have had their way ruling
The world; keeping their muses in tow.
From the dawn of mankind the brave and
the wretched have led,
Civilization to the brink of near death,
And this dark soul creeps with cause,
A vibration ebbs, undiscerning thought,
Taking territories, kingdoms slaying the
Innocent, buying and selling in power
Practices so the greatness of a nation is sort.
As eons pass by, this dark soul changes face,
A new nation holds position of governing the
spirit of the human race,
An' when its too safe this darkness moves on
To the next pride of place, where a person...
people and conflict, it can rest and feed on,
accumulating more power to rule the world...
in fearful purgatory, incessant pain,
This time: its not a modern material thinking
State, but a small thorny one with a very large face,
Tradition's in the underbelly but the coin apes from
Others ways of non traditional tastes,
The dark soul breathes heavily bringing mayhem,
The baton has changed hands to its new henchmen,
Poised to rage and waiting patiently to reshape,
As they did throughout two world wars and other
Historical fates,
History's tale: for the dark soul to survive it feeds and
spews and feeds insatiably until its grasp over millions
of years is securely held as the blue print and aesthetically
taped!
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