The Chase

The inherent plague of a place you don't know
A built in dynamic ground that constantly moves
Has evolved through a series of events from far before
Culmination stands as the threshold to see its light

The origin of a once tainted pool
Has cleared the way for another
A cycle pushed to a new natural order
Wisdom now serving its purpose

Time and time again until the passing day
Sands, made separated just to be joined
Spores spreading in the same repetitive manner
Landing the very same purpose

Come knowledge and the faintest of weeds will grow
And the long dead hollow trees begin to bear fruit
Spokes created to fit several needs
Yet there's only a single wheel for many

For one will many others wills shall gather
Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent
Bearing a complexion presented in pale
Conducting the laws of hood

This foundation stands below one throne
So lift your idols high, high for him to see
And prove your worth collective, give birth
To the growing core of cowardice

A passive cause has always served the extinct
Living life is not meant to be a compulsion
Drop your pity and fucking roses for dead
The blaze of wrath will always do the talking

For one will many others wills shall gather
Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent

Innate of the black leech is here
When welcoming the second wave

In lush darkness he moves before you
Like the pioneers had done before him
He uncovers the piece that was unknown
And carves the final symbol into the stone