Medicine to the Dead - Shai Hulud

My Kingdom for a conversation…

These lands are far from silent

Resounding with the tumult of the dead:

No words awash with depth or concepts wiser than unwise

All notions of sanity are laid to rest within walking drones

The living lifeless, straw men set to burn

No cures.

No means to inject sense into the senseless

No Hope

Medicine to the dead

And forward without foresight, further down a destructive path

Step to a future in flame

The exchange of thought and communication for heedless instinct will leave us

charred, not merely shamed

Left in a woe fused with wrath

No cures

None who believe to be well will ever be healed

Nor the sick who dare to speak outside the realm of reason

A hospice in vain dispensing medicine to the dead

Our kingdom is lost

Crack open the stiffened mouths of the skulls

Delight in the breaks

Overdose the dead with proven remedies

And we remain no less hopeless

We live among the fiercely ignorant and irrational

There is reason to fear

Among the fiercely ignorant there is always reason to fear

The blind and sick and mad believe they are sane

My kingdom for a conversation

Our kingdom is lost