power and glory

[jikan myshkin]

As I went out a walking
down the dusk filled roads
my mind dark and serious
the stars hidden by a shroud
and as my idle contemplation
switched by the split second to new themes
one theme that lingered on my mind
was power and glory
what is this grotesque ideal that men and kings will
lie, cheat and kill for?
Violent acts to preserve the glory of a faded Rome
emotional blackmail by the emotionally crippled
who want to rot your soul
but i've looked deep into your eyes
and I see your mind
death and decay is all that there is
your love, your fear, your passion, your God
death is all that there is
and now you turn from me and say that I don't care
but can you see my soul that I laid out bare
but you never wanted to see anything that you did not wish to
and so you leave my heart broken and corrupt and in pain
the system was created by the corrupt for the corrupt
there is no mistaking this truth
the political systems are fixed and the jaded minds play along
my occupation is a poor one, leaves barely enough skin to cover my bones
my supposed genius just leaves me in peace
so why do you want to break into my world
you mistake my pacifist nature for cold indifference
you mistake my silence for stupidity
my voice has never been one to ring out
and if it could be heard it would doom us all
I have seen your eyes in my nightmares
I know that war may be near
I hate the games that you play to win points
when the table is already rigged
and if I am to sit back now and take it on the chin
like my mother taught me so
I would be no more than you
a coward pining for power and glory