Anthropocentric The Ocean Collective

As the symbols of
The metaphysics of the hangman are taken off the walls
Of our living rooms
Humanity emancipates
Christ. Statues fall and die of age
Just like us: inorganic decay
The myths of the martyrs have waned --
No longer do we mourn their loss
Their children dance and play their games
In the shadow of the great old white cross

Wealth heals all wounds and alleviates any kind of pain
The shroud of collective oblivion coats any individual scars
The widows of the skeptical have passed away before they ever could retaliate
And, those who baptized the world with the sword have long been buried
And have not arisen from their graves

The guardians of righteousness have lost their immaculity
The rise of the enlightenment has defeated Christianity
But, its legacy of fear and submissiveness prevails
In many brave man's heart and soul:
The saddening conception that humanity cannot choose its own destiny
With our lives based on the hope for salvation
The humanist paradigm is nothing but a charade
Condemned to inertia; a passive race
We wait and contemplate