Catharsis - Arsonist's Prayer
Autor: diego torres | Publicado: 2010-07-26T23:40:00-07:00

(...) The horror, that we may not liveWe may not liveTo see the walls fall from between usBetween us and the world which these songs cry outThat the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certainforeheads,will remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevantAnd we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before ourown mastersTo softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm loveSo lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to riskFor only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it isIf i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear onehundred more,I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crownAnd if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bulletsBefore I'd sell a single one to wield their powerSo lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to giveFor only a fool would cling to this worldAutumn, the leaves fell,Then the treesBecame fences and factoriesNow winter is comingLet's put the heat on(...) But no fire or ice, their absences sufficeThe nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never knownAnd you'll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spidersthreadPerhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into youAnd both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders threadThat blessed are the womb that are barrenBlessed are the branches tha bear no fruitBlessed are the rivers run dryFor we have come to the end of the worldTo dieSo die... die and become perish, let go and be doneWith all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes,fossilizedIf these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than historyTo burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once againThen break... break the skinOpen... open and reach inAnd draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight stringsSuch as this world has never heardLet it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acidrainSummer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossomscrimson painPleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turnsjungles to crustThose tender caresses for which the skin achesOr tear gas to breathe and plate glass to breakThe uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom ofus allThe triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelictdreams who lostSilence and space... hungers to be... momentary eternitiesThe furrows of ash left by passion and wrathThe faithless fixed stars over our wandering pathsAs the moon moves the see, we could move these mountainsAs comets drop to earth, so might empires endAs old suns explode rather than fall to dustLet us steal fire and pay with our lives if we mustFor if all this world is God's, and man a mens plaything of laws and stringsThen why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowedwing?Anything other than what we have knownStrike the match, take a breath now... the hour has comeTo dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to singThis is the end of the calendar, the last loosening!Around and inside you, the violence you fear... for or against it, it'salready hereIt forged the cord that bound you to the ground... it built these wallsLet' burn them down!