Falling In Reverse

the gradual turning
mindless movements gone through eveyday
nothing new, nothing ever changing
tragedy strikes, gears grind into silent motion
the ashes fall away
the rust begins to rub off, revealing a brilliant underbelly
things speed up
the old way slowly working itself out
the new is no longer just imagination
was everything alway marching to such a slow pace?
just recognize the creativity passing through
never ending always flowing, unleashing the pent up gods
of passion, fury, devistation and rebirth

unwinding of the veil suffocating innovation
watching the skies alight with the dark of oppression banished
silken cloth wound taught on the throat of society
wrentched from the grip of the known
into the unknown

behold the sight of death
the emergance of the muse
twisting a tale
pleasing the senses
taunting the dull, sensible crime of obeying order
dishevel all unworthy
revolutionize the revolution