Elysium's Monument

Upon a field of verdant green,
Where gentle breezes sway the trees,
And dappled sunlight dances in,
There stands a monument of stone,
A testament to ideology,
That oft doth lead us far astray.

Astray from reason and from sense,
And towards the fervent fervor in
The hearts of men, whose eyes are green
With envy, greed, and malcontent,
Whose words are poison on the breeze,
And whose deeds are monuments to shame.

Shame, that oft doth cloak the truth,
And blinds us to the light of day,
And leads us down a path of lies,
That ends in ruin and despair,
Where reason is but naught but breeze,
And all is lost in shades of green.

Green, the color of corruption,
And rot that doth consume the soul,
And leaves us with but empty shells,
To be o'erthrown by time's swift breeze,
And cast aside as monuments
To all that we have thrown away.

Away from truth and morality,
And towards the siren's call of greed,
That doth entice us with its green,
And lures us with its false promises,
And leads us down a path of shame,
That ends in dust upon the breeze.

Breezes that blow across the land,
And wash away the sins of man,
And cleanse the earth of all its woes,
And bring new life to all that's green,
And raise anew the monuments
To all that's true and pure and right.

Right, the path that we must take,
And leave behind the siren's call,
And cast aside the cloak of shame,
And walk with eyes that see the truth,
And hearts that feel the gentle breeze,
And souls that bask in nature's green.

Green, the symbol of rebirth,
And hope that springs eternal,
And guides us on our journey home,
Where monuments of stone abide,
And all is bathed in purest light,
And all is right upon the breeze.

Breezes that blow across the land,
And whisper secrets on the wind,
And guide us on our journey's end,
Where truth and reason are supreme,
And all is bathed in nature's green,
And all is free from cloak of shame.

Shame, the enemy of man,
And all that holds us back from truth,
And all that keeps us in the dark,
And all that doth corrupt the soul,
And all that doth lead us astray,
And all that doth consume the breeze.

Breezes that blow across the land,
And bring new life to all that's dead,
And bring new hope to all that's lost,
And bring new light to all that's dark,
And bring new life to all that's green,
And bring new life to all the monuments.

Monuments, the symbols of our past,
And all that we have left behind,
And all that we have yet to find,
And all that we must strive to be,
And all that we must hold in mind,
And all that we must keep in sight,
And all that we must seek in truth,
And all that we must follow right,
And all that we must keep in heart,
And all that we must keep in soul,
And all that we must keep in breeze.