Century -

Forgive, forget the weak

If my ideas are too absurd

Just watch me rule the land

Out with the old and in with your soul

A picture inside a border that cries

Strong were the words and weak were the lies

That were practised and mastered through time

The centuries of wasted lives

Worthless, since the dawn of time

Programmed in rhymes they taught themselves

Eternal grief with a selfish moral

I blame you.

Destroy, dissect the filth

The grey that splatters the sky

And the millions that questioned why

Steady the tortured hand began to work

Slicing before stabbing cultures and colours

Ripping to pieces a trial and new start

Leaving lost hope to pick up the past

Senseless battles with unworthy kings

Bloodied baths and a severed limb

Ripping to pieces a trial and new start

Leaving lost hope to pick up the past