kind of random...

Like still statues over graves
we do nothing
Each cowers over
afraid to continue their walk
Mocked
we become no better than the mockers
for we don't stand up to them.
Adaptive
we live with them, when we must run
away.
They are the cursed
when we are the better
But for now we let them win

The sun will stop its rising
The moon will become empty and dark
The earth will ignite in flames
Our bodies will gasp for air
The air will be no more
Our souls will die among the dead
If
we choose to sit
Let us rise up from our dusty stools!
And swing at the ever-climbing vines
that hold us back
Alone we can fight, but together we can win
Grab your shields and swords
take your ground
Let the mockers run and flee
for they can not win against the warriors and
The King.



........yep.