2002-02-13

This night is filled with
Dying dreams and sleeping glory
I remember eons past
Even now it seems like
We only really existed in dreams
The realization of how unreal
Everything then was
Sits like a rock
At the bottom of my stomach
We were warriors of a different
Kind of battle
A war without any bloodshed
But a war it was
A war for the right
To be left alone
So we terrorized the night sky
And turned atrosities
Into jokes for the morbid
In our vanity
We destroyed world after world
Bringing paradigms crashing down
Around the ignorant
At least
That's what we
Told ourselves they were
We cared little for the
Long-term consequences
That sudden changes
In the beliefs of millions
Too often have
And even if we had known
The extent of damage
That we would eventually cause
We would have laughed like gods
And swore it would be an improvement
I wonder now
That we've got every
Little boy who craves some attention
Quoting and misquoting the great mystics
If perhaps as the agents of change
That we made ourselves out to be
We should have been a bit more subtle

~Matt Magus

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