9-11 and The Rise of the Antichrist.

The shadows acting out a drama
always playing for it's captive audience.
Chained in place, their faces straight ahead
They never see or think to seek the truth.

A solitary soul has broken free
the chains are thrown aside as he ascends
and seeks the truth and what is there beyond

To reach the mouth of this, the prison cave.
And hide his eyes from such a brillant sun
the life and world outside his own experience
his eyes adjust his soul is open wide

stumbling around the outer world
feeling drunk with overstimulation
How could this have been here all along?
How could there be so much beyond the prison

running back to warn his captive brothers
back into the darkness of the cave
loosing sight of day for just a moment
long enough to get the word across...

And in the cave, return to prison.
who would find acceptance there?
Our hero comes to find the crowd afraid
wrapped up in their chains and terrified of change
He runs into the scene excited
telling of another better way of living
they see him as a raving madman
they mark as lies what they will not confirm:
that something better rests beyond what they have known
They do not want to know it at all
they want to close themselves off
how can they accept something so big, and scary, unbecoming?
gone against the grain, our hero fought a battle of perception
this is how he won his exile.