MEMOIR OF A MAGE
There seems to be a void within these four walls
It speaks to me with a voice so gentle
Gentler than the gentle breeze that blows
From rapid movements of the soul that’s alluring
To the base of human nature to rebel
The void grew bigger day by day
Consuming everything that was once called ‘faith’
Grasping it in its strong and powerful talons
It squeezes the essence known to humans as religion
‘Faith’, as they call it diminished with the end of sympathy
From whence it came, no one saw the end of its hunger
One by one, humans fall prey to one diabolical creature
One that consumes all that is good within the tender walls of the soul
To philosophers who yield the wisdom to decipher
They called it Lucifer, Satan and even Beelzebub
To the common foe that is man, they called it
Greed
There seems to be a void within these four walls
It speaks to me with a voice so gentle
Gentler than the gentle breeze that blows
From rapid movements of the soul that’s alluring
To the base of human nature to rebel
The void grew bigger day by day
Consuming everything that was once called ‘faith’
Grasping it in its strong and powerful talons
It squeezes the essence known to humans as religion
‘Faith’, as they call it diminished with the end of sympathy
From whence it came, no one saw the end of its hunger
One by one, humans fall prey to one diabolical creature
One that consumes all that is good within the tender walls of the soul
To philosophers who yield the wisdom to decipher
They called it Lucifer, Satan and even Beelzebub
To the common foe that is man, they called it
Greed
