Elegance Of Irony

Come forth! Gleam in the east
Dusk of a new day
Appear and enlighten
Uncover every blemish

As rats chew on the cadaver of aeons
As monuments wither beyond recognition
Under the march of modern slavery
Ground to dust, scattered in the winds

The elegance of irony
A sight to behold
Hopefully, it enlightens other worlds

Between light and dark
Between recognition and obscurity
Between oblivion and repression
Certainty is lurking, waiting
No hymns of praise will sound
The yoke of silence will fall
No light will come from the sun
Bones to ashes, souls to dust

Bring forth a son, his name be war
His body be steel, his words falling bombs
Bring forth a daughter, her name be famine
Her gaze be drought, her touch spoiled harvest
Bring forth a bastard, his name be pestilence
His breath be plague, his semen be poison
Bring forth the last child
His name be carved in tombstones
And his will be done