Hollow Land

I am lost in hollow lands
shades of things present and past collide together like astral planes
justice a bankrupt commodity, a mockery for the world-wise and powerful
avarice a staple of see-it-now-and-have-it-yourself mentality
the truth hemorrhages, crushed beneath an earth-weight ton of lies cast in heady disguise as noble means to save the world
I have fallen prey myself to such tremors of conscious, confabulation of purpose in a desert of shifting sands and crooked lines
and I am lost in the desperate caustic dust of drought

Lost until the gleaming morning star fixes direction, sets justice high above kings, floods greed with gracious generosity, overwhelming love, and proves truth the only thing able to save the world despite the sugar-sweet subterfuge of the overlord of this hollow land