Broken Love of the World Government


My holy ghost takes a million forms
The lives of others, I could be them
Their Emanations far within
Stir me to identity, arch-empathy

Flowing in my blood, my specter
Holds me there, weeping incessantly
For the cruelty of the mortal world
Where beasts guard their gold

With the pride and scorn of ruthless tricks
Bereaved of soul, embittered by inhumane love
They crown their shuddering fears
With riches and totalitarian control

The broken love of the centuries lives on
With transgressions of the worst of crimes
The sin of the powerful is that they
Would have us all as slaves

These are the tempests of our times
Whereversoever thou doest go
You are watched, played to be
Pawns in their beds, harlots in their graves.