Mourning -

Beneath the roof our hands have made.

Between the walls that we have raised.

We watch the water slowly rise.

It reveals the ignorance we hide.

«Don't you leave me now.

I will keep you safe.

You know you should stay.

You’ll never escape.»

Her words persist that we should wait.

Ignore the tragedy at stake.

My compulsion keeps me here but this decision can never be shared.

If we abandon creation is there still value in our weight?

The blade of sin prompts a vague incision but it still ruptures a lethal vein.

So I place my tracks on solid ground and from a distance I watch her drown.

Now our house is submerged with the oceans tide and my anger swells on the

notion of her demise.

I know it’s always been a choice but I’ve petitioned for change.

I had to watch her die and now it’s time they did the same.

I’ll find the city built beside the shore but now it’s vengeance that I explore.

They’re clothed in innocence and interest and I’m conspiring a plan.

As my wisdom screams recession it’s now their beauty I condemn.

It’s gonna happen one way dead or alive.

They’re gonna burn when we set this city on fire.