The searching light
Endless stems of new life gather,
Remembering the past teachings filled with murder.
The wars that raged are now long past,
Yet our memories cannot forget this wrath.
Humans do not let go of their lives,
Rather convincing their illusion that always strives.
Many threads could come from this selfish act,
But only one vision resists the strain of fact.
The whispered word created by man,
The searching light that hope only can...
Written while listening to Ergo Proxy's ending theme. T'was random, but I took about 4 minutes t