Shiva

Unfortunate is the land in need of a hero.
Chaos and greed breed men who become heroes.
But how can i be a hero when i am devoid of hope?
Doom is chasing me and war is calling my name.

The only thing i have is the power of words.
She taught me to seek truth over lies,
justice over injustice,
righteousness over the reward of evildeors.

All that i know, all that i am, all that i hope to be, i owe to her.
As war gorged on everyone and everything i love,
i try to stay strong and carry on.
I refuse to praise their false beliefs.
I will do everything in my power to withstand this trial.

For the living and the dead,
i will bear witness...
...even if i risk their gas filling my own lungs.
Their sharp tongues and their lurid hate will not reach my heart.
I will raise my words, not my voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
But sometimes i find myself in a loop.
How do i escape this writers block?

She led me on in wisdoms path.
And set the lights before me.
They stab into their hearts leaving them poisoned...
...silenced in horror and fear.

Propaganda driven by lie and distorted truths...
...the salvation of the ignorant...
...they cheer while the books are fed to flames.
Where they start burning books eventually they end up burning men.

In a land ruled by ignorance a leap of faith ends with a breach of trust.
Warfare is based on deception,
i must use their own tools and lie to protect the value i stand for.
It was only a matter of time before i was exposed.
My only option now is to run before the flames reach me.

Her light has gone out of my life.
It is as if it had never shone.
This system is fed by all these lost souls and demons...
...so unfortunate is the land in need of a hero.

For all of its uncertainty,
we cannot flee the future.
One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it.
A glimmer of hope begins in the darkness.
Only in darkness you can see the stars.

I shall accept my fate and become a beacon of hope...