This wretched art of time
These wonders without soul
The end of all known values
Can you hear them?
My eyes - unblessed
Will watch your last crawl
Defaced and paralyzed
No one hears your call
Time is passing by
Bearing an orphan child
Unaware of old values
Can you see him?
This vision of mankind
Striding without face
Excessive greed, simplicity
Knowledge forced your fall
Without face
Your fall
Inversion
Complete rewind
In fire and oceans depths
Disaster strikes
As we sow our demise
A thoughtful appearance
All failing to receive
Fright
Barren, lonely
Torn, crying
Mother
Hidden image
Sought extraction
Three days of secrecy
Left his world unrestrained
Ten years and more to come
Isolated, solemn reign
An idle mercenary
Placed on an empty field
Reality foretold
All left beneath this shield
Our days are free of substance
In a limited pulse
All venture on my shadowed side
These words of angels wretched
Our schemes will forever fall
A deceiving well planned lie
Still, still standing tall
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