In the Paradox of the Dying

Preachers of peace
Makers of war
Bringers of death
In the realm of the living
Tomb stones abound

Walking corpses
Sleeping zombies of a third life
Starving bowels rummaged
Crumps of crumbled generations
Stored in vaults of gold and silver

Bankers and politicians
Masters and lords
Rulers and kings
Dwellers of the evil realm

Spellers of doom spelled
Masters of inferno
Breeding venom of infested greed
Shadows of a darkened sun

Angels in cloaks of human skin
Monsters, vampires, demons
Congregations of cultic adherents
Sunk in filth and adulation

Bomb shredded hearts

Fields of refuge
Blackened lights
Visions foretell
Joys of yesterday
The wailings of tomorrow

For in the paradox of the dying

The dying shall live