The suns are closing in and
The stars have crossed our path,
The moon has crawled to death
Leaving a night
Eroded, dark.
The sky peels back
The clouds chase birds across
A barren sky,
The galaxy falls away
And the universe lies bare.
Today is the day
That the gods can't decide our fate.
They are nought but;
dreams,
and screams,
and blood,
and tears,
and air.
For a thousand years has time
Chipped away at legacies long gone
A war for every breath
That the world draws in,
Still - enemies are everywhere
Not least within ourselves.
Some say we're just a rock -
and rings, embracing stagnant air
With trees made of 'stardust',
and a shattered sun, or two.
Others say we're nought but strings
Or waves, or notes, or motes,
(And rings.)
And They would call the universe:
A song,
about itself.
In the end we're murmurs among
A cacophony far greater than us,
And
for such pitiful things,
We make a lot of fuss -
But what right have they to
Stare down upon a world they no longer know
That they left wither
In a time too long ago?
Today is the day that we will not,
Allow ourselves to bend,
Today is the day that we must all
Bring this madness to an end.
(But we need help.)
For they are more than men but that
Is not by very much:
They are quite beyond us but not,
Omnipotent, as such.
Held by vices that we also
Suffer through each day,
In the times that face us
Even the Gods might pray.
So they would twist the world and they
Would whisper in our dreams:
We are back - to hold you up,
And nothing is what it seems.
