Nature, red in tooth and claw
Where survival's law is strife and raw
Runs through existence all
In the end, when life has fled,
Nothing matters, for all we are is dead
In the silence of your chaos
Shall the breathing whisper
Revealing the tales of now fallen
Your truth unknown
under the blades of eyes, walks the madman now
In the whispering streets he finds a home
A silent reign looking in the eyes of chaos
And all he will ever hear is shame
All hands in blood but he’s to blame
In a world devoid of dark's embrace,
Where good alone had place,
What value then would goodness bear,
If not to contrast and to compare?
If there’s one lesson to last,
Evil's presence accentuates the virtue cast
Perhaps it was his fault
To know it all, to see them all
To be Unable to drown them out
In silence , to shout
While He tamed the sea
They walked the cloud
And every rainfall they would meet
A second complete
Bound by silence, empty echo screams
In the storm of misunderstanding they will remain
Till the madman stands left in vain
In the end he will rest
Passed the test of life
But not humanity’s best
For he loved them too much ,
He was the barrel and the vest
