Open.

Faith through observation
fact through investigation
truth through correlation

Love.

Your a lit flame
warm like seduction
but burn the embrace
and here you are dying
still doing the same.

 Your just a concept
with nothing to gain
with no known state of being
yet we all know your name
like a constant shared state
mistaken as a game
something to lose
or something to blame
and here you are dying
and we're still doing the same.

Time protects.

Magnify the moment past
witness the ripples it casts
the buildings destroyed, as the tsunami crashed
and all the blank faces, as it happened too fast.

The tide retreats back to its home
the affected hearts, are free to roam
as the fish it left behind, turn to heated bone
and fossilized in time's, protective dome.

Old wet flags.

Red flag, dripping on the streets
civilization walks on blood red feet.

Stand up, salute  show it respect
not when its dyed,
with the color of those it chose to reject
look close its sewn with the unified lies.

Over time we separated, with the Continental shift
so plant the old wet flag, like divisions a protective gift
but the border stops
at the worlds end, for that is, where freedom lives

Veil of bricks.

Who's the phantom behind the podium, dead eyes
the aged reading lines, that give birth to lost lives.

Demons hide behind the veil, like built walls
phantom's their puppet, make sure humanity falls
he'll twist the words to fit behind a nationalists call
to ensure a following, in which to enslave us all.