Swirling Circles

Swirling circles,No start, no end, just a looping dead-end.Round and round, the same old sound,echoing through the empty ground.

Swirling circles,No head, no tail, just an endless lifeless drain.Whirlpool deep, a ceaseless sleep,spiraling down the darkest keep.

Swirling circles,No Demons, No Gods, just their sinners, and sons.Faces grim, lost within,doomed to repeat their every sin.

Swirling circles,No false, no truth, just some words of some hypocritic Druid.Wisdom sought, but all for naught,lost in cycles ever fraught.

Swirling circles,No hell, no heaven, just some ground where water lies ahead.Paths untold, a story old,a journey that will never unfold.

Swirling circles,No man, no woman, just some bones with skin covering it.Masks we wear, and all we share,is the fleetingness of our despair.

Swirling circles,No life, no dead, just a cycle of karma that pays its debt.What we sow, we shall also grow,a harvest reaped, both friend and foe.

Swirling circles,No blond, no blacks, just red blood, and two spiky horns on their head.The colors fade, in the end, we're all the same,mortal beings, with no one to blame.

Swirling circles,No high, no low, just some drones, who shall die, as do we all.The cycle turns, and each one learns,that death is what the circle earns.