Railway in the storm...

An array of ironic behavior,
Arranged erratically within my memories,
Isolation and self negotiation,
Hovers over introspection,
While I say, hey,
The mane is gone,
Yet the vain is strong!
We're living in dire straights by the river,
Got enough of this ululation,
When my skill still rambles,
While my mind is branching branching into a state of sloth,
While my tree stands steady in the soil of wrath...
So, what you sow is what you reap,
Baby society burns while the fire sets it free....
So long ago and till today you've dwelt in obscurity,
So I ask,
Will you rise or fall while striving for your identity?
Or will you crawl through imperial sovereignty?
Can't withstand synthesized love,
Where shall you be elevated for the proof of strong blood?
A wicked spirit laughs in shambles,
So only the glitz lays feeble...
The travesties have gone,
For masked wits,
Even the mist has faded,
So from today you shall walk this desultory path you've created...

Picture from the net- ( http://wallpaper-s.org/12__Annihilation_II,_Abstract.htm )