Path to Conflict

No gleaming temple forever stands
Your idols lay beneath, beneath the shifting sands
No endless darkness, no blinding light
No treasured ideal, not one vice

No sacred law, no holy command
No final verdict to which we are damned
No Armageddon, no final rest
And no paradise beyond our death

For no word of the wise, no law benign
Will ever change the wolf and the lion

All revolution, all salvation, never as they predict!
All solutions and all revelations lead a path to conflict

Not one penance, not one resolute
Not one confession, no matter how true
No blood that is split or life cut short
In the name of the father, the mother, the cause
Utopia is dead!

So what happens as I walk through the ashes?
A trial of our blood, our blood and our scars?
Well, our questions betray us, our hopes and our fears
Relinquish both, and then you may hear

No dream of the wise, no law benign
Will ever change the wolf and the lion