Metaphobia - Allegaeon

A disposition to turn blind eyes to atrocity

Juxtaposition of dissonance and apathy

Aging

Old ways are set aflame

Racing

Into a shallow grave

Placed in position to veer away from reality

Dismal, abyssal, and empty is this destiny

Deepening sleep that dreams for fear of waking into hell

And reaping seeds that never bloom in dry, compacted soil

The channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds

To lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon

Thought channels open, mastering emotion and control

Of impulse, seeking wisdom cultivates the means to open

The door that closes on fingers too weak to push and hold it

Ajar is the same that stands and separates the past from the future to come

No use of wits, but pounding fists to render bloody, rotten pulp

Out of the hands that once commanded great respect from the folk

Who shape the lore, the stories dying to be told of people greater

Than the cowards of the times that went before

The door stays closed

The door stays closed

The channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds

To lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon

Thought channels open, mastering emotion and control

Of impulse, seeking wisdom cultivates the means

To open the door

To open the door