Chaos, Anarchy and Hunger
led me to Stagnation.
Murder, death,
and bloodshed,
yet there was creation!
It was an endless cycle
rolling slow, and slower,
and there was me,
the middle,
refusing more,
a goer.

Am I weak or just a fool?
Am I mad,
insane,
defying rule?
I constructed hope in heart of oil,
I believed,
and tried
in my religious toil.

But my faith was broken,
Mighty Legion Lord,
it was shattered,
battered,
without you even spoke!
And the promised "growing",
preached centuries ago,
was just a dream,
a spasm,
a self consuming throe.