The Unraveling of Mysteries

Secrets buried six feet deep

Now rising up to the surface

An epitaph of golden lies

Face-down kissing the pavement

Truth about to break the ground

As big as life twice as ugly

Imagine all sins of the past

Cried loudly down from the belfry

Nameless faces, faceless names

Light and dark up in the heavens

Raining blood and fire and hate

Soulless screams every direction

Unworthy praying high and low

No chosen one to redeem them

The innocents break off the shell

Dismantling all of the system

The streets, the tracks, the beaten paths

Gone from the body of knowledge

While even in the house of kings

They sing the song of the blessed

Rusted gold and moth-eaten rugs

Soaking up mud on the outside

Stepped upon and trampled on

By fell horsemen on their last ride

And time will not redeem at all

Still marching on to forever

Enchanting all who dare to look

With truth behind every figure