the damage report

we are living in dark days
that are begging for renewal
and living shattered lives
that need something that is real

we are losing wars of vanity
we have spiraled out of orbit
of the order of all nature
and the balance of creation

we're just blown aside by winds
listless in the wayward fashions
of a world obsessed with ego
only interested in gain

we're agitated by our chains
and forgotten there's a key
we can't remember how we got here
and cannot leave until we do

we sold our hearts for money
but then that money turned to dirt
still we stuffed it in our mouths
rather than living apart from it

when will we open our eyes and see
all our crutches have collapsed?
on the floor, we wallow aimless
in the mire of our appetites

we've disposed of inhibition
and lost our reason along the way
now we stare, perplexed and hollow,
at walls, vacant and laid bare

because we'd rather trade eternity
for the wisdom of fallen angels
the words they gave has betrayed us
and we still refuse to even see

we've faded away from the burning sun
time will disclose all of our folly
and the risk that we'll return to dust
inches from the Hand of rescue.