A time the righteous are wont to forget Divided, reluctant, the balance upset Bring forth the ones look to the skies Watching, with horror, the signs of demise
Colluding in tongues With rats in a mass What of the light Now failing to pass? Be still and see. More quickly came A dangerous end To a pointless game
Their icon a form swung from a chain Origin of disgust, source of disdain Loss of ground, it's impact subsides I, To The Heavens, Shall Lift My Eyes
Now it screams at us, Whereas it used to sing What will become of Our methods to form the real? Our systems of coping Are gone and it seems perhaps God was an asteroid, And hence the collapse