defend or pretend

here we isolate ourselves in the middle of a forest of disenchantment. under the cover of the trees we carve a holy city. we cut the infrastructure of a new babylon under the grey clouds in the utopian sky. the branches weave themselves into a thick, impenetrable wall, taking censorship away from god. innocence and ignorance meet at a standard conformity. assimilation is legislated from the alter. all those who weren't quite adaptable enough kneel and pray for mercy in a field of their brothers' blood. pry open the jaws of infants and sing them a soothing song as they choke down the syllables of the cause. we parent a coalition of our own morality. our great system has grown and become self-sufficient. it sinks its ivory teeth into our backbone. our time begins to wind down as prophecy stands fulfilled. the autumn leaves are falling to their frozen burial ground, slowly uncovering our fraud. the ideology we built our foundation on is found to be cracked and withered. our homes are left crushed under the weight of tradition. tonight a consuming fire will paint our night sky. we watch the blaze from afar, a beauty only comparable to the flames that danced so gracefully through dresden.