In the words of Voltare, "Man who fails to learn from History, is CONDEMNED to repeat it."

Legacy

I have stood upon the desert floor
Seen the ruins of ancient man.
Great statues to Gods, that are no more
Crumbled to dust, returning to sand.

I have stood before the Prophets Tomb.
Preserved remains for all to see.
Equality spoken, brought only Doom
Fear of oblivion to you and me.

I have stood before the Satan’s Throne,
His screaming voice you still can hear.
Where have all his Worshipers gone,
There’s nothing left but widows tears.

I have walked upon a windswept plain.
Walked in the ruins of man’s inhumanity.
Ghostly sounds of tears and pain.
I walked in the ashes of man’s insanity.

I have stumbled through the jungle green
Felt fear reach out and grip my heart.
Seen Brave men die for goals unseen
Grieved for souls that did depart.

Men still fight for Gods of old
They have not learned from history’s page.
God against sinner, so the story’s told.
They just need a scapegoat for venting their rage.

Empires will rise and Empires will fall.
They’ll raise their sword in some God’s name.
The flower of their youth, will answer the call.
No Glory but Death, it’s always the same.

Should I return in a thousand years?
Stand on another desert floor?
Shed another ten million tears?
When darkness comes, and man is no more.

I’ll gaze on the monuments, ruins all,
To Gods forgotten, passed into the night.
New Gods will have risen, standing tall
Again darkness will reign, disguised as the light.

Robin.A.Spicer © 2003-07-09