I've been minimized
Reduced to a peasant.
The masses
of unholy eyes that cannot
Read scripture
But they don't know
I feel their words
Dripping like blood
From these ears.
I've been burned to cinders
One becoming many
If any dependence on this Light
Offers chance to find Her
I shall beg
Like a wanderer.
I see you travelers;
I too know the ways
And I wish we could share our passing days
But eyes look upon
Fearing we stand to take arms
But I rise to meet you
If only you would take a step.
This revolution requires concepts
Beyond you and me
But together there's a chance
Before the world burns
To be free.
Amethyst