Wiz
10-25-2008, 05:40 PM
The somber waves of what was lingers
Your touch of immortal hate still haunts the ever present memory
Your sins scorch the soul of the world and of that of man
Why did you get so many chances to do right but inevitably, do wrong?
Why does your memory still haunt the memories of those who cared?
The effects of what you caused, and of what you did, are unspoken
No one dares mention your name in conversation in fear of rallying the
anger within
But of sadness as well
It was foretold that men like you would populate the world
Men whose only reason was to watch the world burn when they lit the first match
Men who cackled in the face of empathy and remorse
Men who did not feel the embracing emotions or of love
It was not your fault however, for the one that gave the book of matches
Is the one that started it all
Your touch of immortal hate still haunts the ever present memory
Your sins scorch the soul of the world and of that of man
Why did you get so many chances to do right but inevitably, do wrong?
Why does your memory still haunt the memories of those who cared?
The effects of what you caused, and of what you did, are unspoken
No one dares mention your name in conversation in fear of rallying the
anger within
But of sadness as well
It was foretold that men like you would populate the world
Men whose only reason was to watch the world burn when they lit the first match
Men who cackled in the face of empathy and remorse
Men who did not feel the embracing emotions or of love
It was not your fault however, for the one that gave the book of matches
Is the one that started it all