Grind Them to Dust

The first stones fell at dawn
No speeches
No hesitation
Only the sound of iron against stone

The sound of an age collapsing
Faces carved by forgotten hands
Broken into nameless fragments
Gold stripped away

Wood consumed by flame
Nothing remained untouched
Grind them to dust
Leave nothing behind

The valleys echoed with the work
Hammer after hammer
Statues shattered
Pillars broken

The ground covered with the remains
Of what once ruled the minds of men
Some watched in anger
Some watched in fear

Others stood in silence
Realizing how long
They had bowed before empty things
No relic

No monument
No sacred disguise
Can survive forever
When truth arrives

Dust carried by the wind
Scattered across the fields
The last evidence
Of a forgotten devotion

Grind them to dust
Leave nothing behind
Grind them to dust
Let the wind decide