Apocalypse of Free Will
They stand on aching legs,
Their skin pale and tinged with yellow.
Their eyes, set in hollows,
Watch the man on the stage.
The crowd stares at him with a fire of adoration in them.
Their cracked lips are dry.
"Do not drink, do not eat, do not sleep!"
He cries at them, his last meal...
Their skin pale and tinged with yellow.
Their eyes, set in hollows,
Watch the man on the stage.
The crowd stares at him with a fire of adoration in them.
Their cracked lips are dry.
"Do not drink, do not eat, do not sleep!"
He cries at them, his last meal...