Nihilist

A company weaved with secrets

An emblem masking their emotions

Withholding purity under shadows

Black marble to power over the poor

Heavy pillars to hold their broken ideals

Abstract strokes of paint

Across their hollow walls

A repeat in scenery

As the bodies of the future

Pile over one another

Climbing to touch the skies

Over the rooftop

To the strongest skyscraper

In the nation

Not because of its material

But the monster

That has awakened within

If there is anything

To bridge the space between

hiding a brighter dawn

And the smoke

Of furious riots below

The home of Delta

The tower to tilt the cycle

Between life and death

Is the worn pillar

That will bring the two together

Blending ash and rain

For the next generations

To cry onto