It has come to my attention that one of you has to pay. Call it cruel, call it unjust, that i dare you, because in your own minds you know it to be true. So who will it be? The man looking so strong at the back, the lady looking so glamorous at the front, the old man or woman next to her, looking all weary and confused or this child looking to know love, trust and seeking direction.
Personally, i see no reason why any of you should be let off. Mmmm! Old man, do not pretend to be confused, you know you started it all; the lies, the deceit, the corruption, the deaths. You toyed with the land how you saw fit without caring of it's feelings, now look at what is to become of you. You are about to go back into the land where you came from, and so let me ask you, will it be as merciful with you as you were with it? What about you old woman. just like the old man, you watched and helped scavenge the land, You took from it and gave to he who had no use for it and now you face the same fate. Hey, you there, yeah you the strongest in the group. What makes you think your different from these two. You strive to be strong, successful and powerful, but for what or should i say for whom? Is it for the Lady at the front? To please her? For without her we both know you would never work. You say your in control but the truth is you have always been the hands, fingers and fist of the old man. How ironical! And you, yes, you. I call you, The Artist. Like a painting you capture his interest, you possess him like a drug. Once he used to love the land, but now he only desires you. That's where his passion lies today.
Uuuuhhh, the child. So wanting, so full of life, so innocent and yet the most dangerous of you all. I hear your thoughts, 'Why him? He's harmless, just a child, he possess no threat'. So i ask you, between an egg and the chicken, which one comes first? He like all of you will grow up and the land will have to face him, will he be like any or all of you? Will he be the caster of that final blow to the land or the one to save it from your clutches?
Which one of you i wonder? Which one?
Personally, i see no reason why any of you should be let off. Mmmm! Old man, do not pretend to be confused, you know you started it all; the lies, the deceit, the corruption, the deaths. You toyed with the land how you saw fit without caring of it's feelings, now look at what is to become of you. You are about to go back into the land where you came from, and so let me ask you, will it be as merciful with you as you were with it? What about you old woman. just like the old man, you watched and helped scavenge the land, You took from it and gave to he who had no use for it and now you face the same fate. Hey, you there, yeah you the strongest in the group. What makes you think your different from these two. You strive to be strong, successful and powerful, but for what or should i say for whom? Is it for the Lady at the front? To please her? For without her we both know you would never work. You say your in control but the truth is you have always been the hands, fingers and fist of the old man. How ironical! And you, yes, you. I call you, The Artist. Like a painting you capture his interest, you possess him like a drug. Once he used to love the land, but now he only desires you. That's where his passion lies today.
Uuuuhhh, the child. So wanting, so full of life, so innocent and yet the most dangerous of you all. I hear your thoughts, 'Why him? He's harmless, just a child, he possess no threat'. So i ask you, between an egg and the chicken, which one comes first? He like all of you will grow up and the land will have to face him, will he be like any or all of you? Will he be the caster of that final blow to the land or the one to save it from your clutches?
Which one of you i wonder? Which one?
