God of Industry

[Dark Muse]

God of Industry

Monochrome skies mark your demise
lost in gunmetal gray
gears grind in mechanical cries
there is no night or day
a grave world about to fade
cast away into two tone shade
a grave world
a grave world
beneath the marching black crusade.

Watching billows of smoke start to rise
and the streets wash away
they try to paint all their lies
but colors never stay
it bleeds away in the slow fade
this is the future we have laid
it bleeds away
it bleeds away
even the air cuts like a blade.

Forgotten is the red sunrise
a world in decay
everyday another piece dies
the edge begins to fray
pray to your God of greed well paid
together this is what you made
pray to your God
pray to your God
what gave you life you have betrayed.

[Pryderi Agni]

You are a great poet, Muse, but dare I say you've outdone yourself with this one? Excellent post-industrial dystopianism! Well done!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much!

[Bar22do]

DM, not only it's an original emotion loaded poem, it's also a powerful warning, "forgotten is the sunrise" echoes so well "it bleeds away in the slow fade"... Thanks for that, DM, best regards - Bar