I wrote a world yesterday
The stars seemed not so far away
For a silhouette of shattered dreams
And crying children’s ripping seams

Heinous crimes have been committed
Arsenic flowers have been acquitted
And with the sigh of morning death
The stars themselves have lack of breath

Lilies sing a sickly song
Of soaring battles and heroes gone
And daisies gather round to hear
Tales of men and lacking fear

Hindered spirits remain to kill
And scorched contempt continues still
Dances dance, but not the same
To a tune never played again

Sinning spree forever worn
Angels pure waiting to scorn
Pixies and demons live as one
In a land built on the sun

Hearing was once some gift
Too precious a gem to even lift
Contorted faces fill the mirror
Twisted images so unclear

Yellow feats that none can best
A pallid fate to stand the test
Raindrops fatal come to tea
In a brilliant reverie

Brass knobs of horror conjure soon
A sight to sting the sorest wound
Tallies stand like soldiers tall
And numbers await to take their fall

Creating malice to and fro
Beasts condemned to never know
A tale of moon and story of stars
Of a land built in galaxies far

Hindered homes formed to last
In presence of the forbidden cast
The king’s players could not compete
And the coliseum echoed defeat

Blinds of whites hold treasures dear
Of sin, of sorrow, of joy, of fear
Breaking once what never was
On land built on fire, just because…

Devils preach and angels lie
Of this land built in the sky
Nomads land and sinners ball
Infants to walk and men to crawl

Unknown elegy sung just one time
Questioned words in clouds shine
Razor blades hating a constant glow
Of rhymes and poems we’ll never know

Screaming primates to rule us all
For we’ve invited our own fall
Look now, our end’s begun
On this land built on the sun.