When all has withered

And fallen away,

The universe will pain, lamenting

And fall into decay


I ask you, my sons, to pray

To think of what time

Hath wrought today


Your loss is timeless,

Hopeless, come to this fateful day

Where none saw, yet,

Found their bodies turn to gray.


From the future, came knowledge of yesterday's tomorrow.

To the past, taken as a desire

To fix these tears, filled with pain and sorrow

Our hearts, deep and sour with mire


I ask you, my sons, to pray

To feel blessed, thankful,

Of what time hath wrought today


For what if the end lies, boundless

Lost to the forward flow of time

Cruel, chaotic, and relentless,

Like an animal of the wild, comes its primordial, raw shine.


For time itself, lives and breathes

Without aid, assistance, it survives

But untamed it may act, fickle it may be

Comes even its unruly heart, soothed by its keepers' thrives


So, my sons,

Cleanse your eyes, and let them once again shine.

Alas, fate has not yet won

For even it has a demarcation, a line.


And for this line, it will soon peal,

Begging for another chance

Time has errored, yet it will soon yield

When universe falls into a fatal trance


But eyes of the present are none to the future

Continue, be brave and survive like time's tides

For it, and for no one else, chooses to bless you

With what it brings with its chaotic, feral, rides