False History - Xerath

False, true to life

Belief system

What is left, cannot be salvaged

This dying faith in a dead god

What is left, a false history

The way the world has turned

To denial

This unforgiving change

Paralleled and forced on us

Denial

An ancient whisper

Sending chills through the ages

An idea like poison

An endless pain that yearns to forget

Reminder of our fragility

Ever persuaded and pushed into corners

Always looking for the reasons to settle

And land on assumption

We stand, divided and still

Not moving with the pattern of the fools

Content with sensory assurances

Not looking forward to uncertainty