Elegance of Irony

Come forth! Gleam in the east
 Dusk of a new day
 Appear and enlighten
 Uncover every blemish
 As rats chew on the cadaver of aeons
 As monuments wither beyond recognition
 Under the march of modern slavery
 Ground to dust, scattered in the winds
 The elegance of irony
 A sight to behold
 Hopefully, it enlightens other worlds
 Between light and dark
 Between recognition and obscurity
 Between oblivion and repression
 Certainty is lurking, waiting
 No hymns of praise will sound
 The yoke of silence will fall
 No light will come from the sun
 Bones to ashes, souls to dust
 Bring forth a son, his name be war
 His body be steel, his words falling bombs
 Bring forth a daughter, her name be famine
 Her gaze be drought, her touch spoiled harvest
 Bring forth a bastard, his name be pestilence
 His breath be plague, his semen be poison
 Bring forth the last child
 His name be carved in tombstones
 And his will be done