Epoch of Self-Denial

Symbolic ritualisation
Of an artificial life
Where the void echoes the storm
In singular patterns of time
No life shall rise

Where life suffers from absence of light
The blinded ones shall lead the blind
Repressive instruments free of content and form
Shall oppress and then devour our soul

World that breeds no life
Callous and sterile
Heritage of the cowards, graveyard of the bald
Knowledge reproduced in whisper
While screaming of the void resounds
Shameful departure of a once graceful kind

Where life suffers from absence of light
The blinded ones shall lead the blind
Repressive instruments free of content and form
Shall oppress and then devour our soul

By the gallows we stand
With rope swinging around our neck
That our eyes refuse to see
Tightening the noose with idiotic smile
Living a dismal dream
Epoch of self-denial