And so the shining cities of man fell,
Cast down into a self-made hell.
As the the world burned,
Man fled the world, leaving an empty shell.
The old life died, and new life made
Memories of the past began to fade,
And as the world turned,
Old memories died in the shade.
Yet the past is never truly forgotten,
And past crimes never truly forgiven.
A strand of truth lies in every spun tale,
In every lie raveled, and in every story woven.
Underneath the blackened soot and dust,
Lies the ruins of a world so unjust,
And from the ashes the past rises,
And rise it must.
The world died for black gold,
And acid lies always told.
The world dies again,
At the hand of secrets that the past holds.