Mindless drones

Drown in their own spit

Communication

Swathed in shit

Ridicule those who worship

In great irony

As they themselves kneel

At Saladin's feet

So everything we worked for

All the progress we have achieved

Is undone before our very eyes

We are left only bereaved

We slip into fits of madness

Such chaos at our helms

And with the enemy at our doorstep

We still blame ourselves

A torrent descends upon my hopes

And washes them into loss

The thrashing wind tosses dreams away

And dashes them to the rocks

Shadow puppet

Bloodied stars on your strings

Shadow puppet

You have not lost your chains

Parasitical

Spare not the old

You are cattle to rot in their cities of gold