Monolith

An empire lies bare and burdened
Built with betrayal, adopted chaos
The sickness within, succumbing the scorn
So pure and virtuous, we’re left to weather
The squalls will endure while their shrines crumble in darkness
The affliction of man, a poisonous dagger

Corrupted existence, humbled and lost we walk this earth
Pathways into our downfall, these endless roads will wear us down
And in our squalor, we have come to terms with our broken selves
No longer will we stay still and silent
No longer will we choke on cowardice

Amidst this dying world I sense a chance for redemption
When all the towers will fall and we submit to our withering grace, we could ascend from these endless ruins
From this corroding conceit into a life of togetherness
Our names left in the dust, unworthy to be bound to us

Chasm of jaded pride, there is no truth in our midst
In our lifetime will we do things that matter?
Will we prove essential to our own persistence?
Will we look back in content in our final hour?