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
