Bite of Dogmata

Pestilence
A dormant disease
Spread like the plague
Now roused it feeds

Parasite
An infectious malaise
Inflicting its pain
On the minds of the weak

What fate awaits the bewildered herd
When the whole is far less than the parts of the sum
What demons wait to haunt our living dream
Can we resist the lure of the promised land

Who will man the wall
When the infected storm the gate
Who will stand tall
On the shoulders of their predecessors

Who will light the flame
To dispel the coming dark age
Who will guard the torch
When the darkness engulfs us all

Imminent
A catastrophic release
The virus inflames
Rampant lunacy

Can we defy the weight of history
And shake the madness before it engulfs
Must knowledge die another slow death
As disease, relentless, runs its course

Must we endure another dark age
Before this burden is unshackled from our back
Then once more when the memory fades
Will the darkness gather for attack

The vulnerable fall to the bite of dogmata
Teeth dripping with poison through a maniacal grin
Drenched in the blood
Of the children they’ve martyred
Inarticulate screams, the night closes in