Continues I

A star takes form at midnight, a mist is blown to shore
A child is born at half past four, an old man dies at four
And still the world continues, oblivious in its turn
A line of free young men march on with discipline to learn

The mist obscures the shoreline, and spreads across the land
The shining star is now unseen, and fog blind is each man
And still the mist continues, though none can see the end
With thoughtless dedication, with no remorse to spend

The line a harsh reality, of men with no thought to be free
The star a thought amid the sea, of mists of mediocrity

The words of all religions, are writ on cold grey stone
Beliefs are passed to father's sons, and run as deep as bone
And still the lies continue, though all speak of the truth
The guilty slain with innocent, we live by claw and tooth

A tree root runs so deeply, it's found in all our past
The serpent tree of history, is in our souls bound fast
And still the wars continue, for how long no one knows
Until they can be made to end, we'll fall like dominoes

The symbol of the serpent tree is lost to lost antiquity
The only worthy victory is individuality