Breakthrough

Sometimes the magick of life fails to cover my eyes
At those moments I am forced to face this inferno
Dante's world reigns supreme
Empty beings purposely walking up and down streets.

Moments like this tear at my heart
Is this all humanity has to offer?
Is this all, we shall leave behind?

Empty puppets with no destination
Dreams which are nightmares disguised as candy
Plastic smiles and empty minds now the norm
It seems as if from this horror there shall be no return.

Seemingly futile are the attempts of the warrior
There is no waking those who wish to remain death
Their normal lives to the free spirit are nothing but torment.

Am I the only one seeing this arid desert?
Wastelands of steel and stone
Ruled by corrupted souls
Where only the shadow of mighty gargoyles stand guard
For long ago they left this profane land.

A land of empty beings and mass-produced faces 
While what is free and beautiful is desecrated as sin
For the holy shepherds like no competition
They ruled supreme by consuming the fire within.

Do not speak to me of holocaust and its horrors
When the whole world quickly becomes the sacrifice
Who will save those few who walk around with their eyes open,
Desperately searching for a way out of this maddening maze?
Until there is nothing left but empty tears.

What will become of existence?
Are we not strong enough to stop this sick fantasy?
Breaking the shackles of this unrightful bondage
Reclaiming what is sacred and wild
Uncovering ourselves through careful sondage
Until we freely stand, claiming back our lives.

Despite all of this, I look past the horizon
My heart calling all those whose understand
Those valiant souls, whose hearts aches at the sight of this horror
Whose will although shaky remains latent 
For the fire of life thrives within their immovable heart.

My heart call to those wild ones
The ones who have been nurtured by nature
Blessed by the ancient ones
Forged in the fires of hades itself
Where angels met them to give them wings
And what is sacred lives freely within.

I call out to the brave ones
The ones of indomitable spirit
Whose bodies dance to the tune of the four winds
Whose voices are gentle like rains of spring
And their roar as potent as hurricanes 
Tearing off all that is imposed by false chains. 

May you hear my call
And as tears wash my face
I feel the strengthening of my resolve
I will not abandon my unique path
I will not bow like a miniscule being
For proudly I own my humanity
And we shall rise once more over this calamity. 

Sofia E. Falcone