The Inheritance - SubRosa

Subgenus lace

A chain-linked fate

The bees fly North

They can feel the hangman coming

Millions of machines

Never before seen

Unstitched, unraveling

Laid to rest in a dying world

Oh sister/brother, we’re all burning high

I see white dust against the sky

This genocide rivals Dachau

In it’s endless march of victims

They say the meek

Shall inherit the earth

But all I see are the helpless

Crushed by the wheel of man

They look away

They hide their face

Black market backwash

You see, in this world, money kills

We’re in the shadow of a dying world