
See the buildings in stark silhouette,
How calm and peaceful they seem to be.
Appearances are decieving and yet,
Somewhere, there, is silent anarchy.

The prophet's say the Judgement's to come.
And in time, they may well be right.
But here, now, is an apocalypse from
The depths of impurity's sight.

An Armageddon of spirit and mind,
Is surging, like demons of air,
Through this world of images; lined
And all about the dreamers' lair.

Society becomes unhinged and lost
When men of might corrupt,
And the people, about, know the cost,
Of ending a nation; abrupt.

Pray for stability, pray for peace,
But pray you're the first to see;
A life of freedom, never to cease?
Anarchy of soul, of mind and Society.

Taliesin [Assault] '93
